I slept terribly on Saturday night. Woke up repeatedly throughout the night, often with no feeling in one of my hands and having to shake it back to life. I have a sneaking feeling the bed is on a slope.
But! I was hoping not to let that ruin Sunday, the centrepiece of Helen's Christmas present, what with it being her birthday. First up: presents. I presented her with the one physical object I'd bought her: a book for 3 year olds called "That's Not My Owl", around 12 pages of tactile owls which are not my owl until the owl at the end that is my owl. This is the only book I've bought her since we've been going out that she's actually read from start to finish.
A somewhat better present next: in a couple of weeks we're going to see Bat Out Of Hell: The Musical. You heard! So, birthday over with time to get back to Christmas, meaning another day trip away from Hannover. Time to go to Walsrode, via some pizza and a big pretzel with bits of ham.
Also, a remarkable visit to the loo. Neither of us were surprised that it costs €1 to enter the toilets, but what was unexpected was the €0,50 money off voucher you get in return, plus all the paraphernalia about how amazing Sanifair are. Seriously, it's like getting "frequent pisser" benefits. Turns out they were recently voted brand of the century in the 'public toilet' category, and they're proud of the services they provide for
- Business travellers
- Lorry drivers
Groups? They're toilets! What? Their website is something special.
So far we've seen just 2 other people. But now we're on a fairly big residential road full of large houses. It's a beautiful warm almost cloudless day. There is no-one around. It's almost eerily quiet. No-one is tending to their gardens, presumably because they're already so well tended. Someone cycles past us, then some horses appear in the distance.
We don't know what's going on there. It's just someone driving two horses attached to a big cart. OK then.
Eventually the road finishes and turns into a path through a forest. There are two people out running, and no-one else. Soon we stumble across a weird, and deserted (of course) clearing with cabins in and a sign saying something about young owls. Don't really know what's going on there, it all feels a bit Freitag das 13th to me.