Dropped in at Gestapo headquarters this morning although the whole place has been quietly bulldozed at some point.
Now no one's quite sure what to do with it.
Surprisingly the Reich Aviation Ministry just across the way looks brand new.
We sit in a cafe just down the road which by the style and age of the ceiling must have survived the best efforts of Bomber Command.
Isabelle orders an apple strudel.
"I bet Old Goering used to come in here for cream cakes" I remark "In fact he probably sat in this seat."
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(If this get s posted 2X I am sorry..damn Slovene internet is a bit persnickety at the moment..)
Aw, c',mon..triathalons in Feb make you feel far better than...
err...
I was going to say quadrathalons in April,
but that would be a lie.
Triathalons in February only make you feel better than biathalons.
And then what's left? "Quadrathalons" ?
and maybe "pentathalons" ... and much beyond this we'd have to consult the greeks.
Honestly, I think "Having a good lie-down in a sunny spot" has a lot going for it. (again, consult the greeks.)
Really, the chickens in your yard go round and round and do THEY seem happy?
There's a quadrathlon in July billed as Scotlands toughest one day event.
They just throw in a bit of canoeing in addition to cycling and running around some mountains after swimming across Loch Tay.
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