Urlaubsreif (and then some)

I've been neglecting the blog again recently and I'm glad these things don't need food and water. In case you were wondering, I'm not responsible for the plants in our apartment. You'll be pleased to know that on my first night in, in what seems like forever, I'm getting back into it. This isn't a comment on how awesome my social life is; the point is I am completely knackered and so relieved to be at home I could dance around the living room... and I would, except that said tiredness and a leftover panna cotta are holding me back. I'm done, fertig, pooped and all of the other English or German synonyms for exhausted. Anyone who's spoken to me in German over the last month has heard me say urlaubsreif at least a dozen times. This single word in German so beautifully expresses what you can only communicate in a complete sentence in English: that I am totally, utterly, completely ready for the holidays.

Still Riding this Rollercoaster

There is a mini window of blog-writing opportunity here and I'm going to go with it. The obvious reason for not having published anything in the last couple of weeks is the busy-ness of this time of year. Yet to be totally honest, the main reason why it hasn't happened is that during this time I've had possibly one of the crappiest weeks of 2013; I really didn't want to write about it (or anything else). By Tuesday of this week I was ready to skip the next fortnight and retreat to my parents' place for Christmas- to eat their food, catch up with series 4 of Downton and possibly never return to real life.