It's time for a new journal, just to prove I'm still alive and still here (sometimes) and additional to that I've been tagged again, so here I go.

First the news: There wasn't much to say, so I kept quiet. No news is good news, isn't it?
I was busy with my several jobs, my writing, etc.
In the first weeks of our summer holidays my family and I went to Denmark. It was really nice there. As nice as can be, with two more or less pubescent children (nothing the Danish can be made responsible for though ...) I liked the country and the people, and the language sounds funny, but likable.
Last week my PC broke down. I was aghast. But today my genious of a brother called me to tell me he can fix it and I won't lose my stored data. My husband lent me his laptop for the meantime, so I can write (e.g. stupid journals) and surf the web.

Today I was very busy in the garden. I pruned a big willow tree and burned some of the dead limbs in my fire basket. A few hours later I gave the neighbourhood something to talk about for some days. A neighbour screamed fire and somebody called the firefighters, because I had accidentally set fire on my compost heap by putting hot ashes onto it. I managed to put out the fire myself, but the auxiliary fire brigade was already on its way (it's only one street away, so they were there at absolutely no time). They checked everything and poured some more water on it, just to be sure. I feel quite ashamed about being so stupid. I should have known better.

So, that's for the news.

Tagging stuff. to

Rules:

Each person tagged must write 8 things about themselves in their journal.
If you have already done it, give a link to that journal.
You must tag 6 more people. *smirk*
You must go to their site and tell them they've been tagged.

8 things about me you never asked for and don't really want to know:

1) I don't enjoy buying shoes. With feet my size it's no fun, I can tell you Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine ...
2) I hate high heels as well, cause wearing them makes me feel like Hagrid, which is fun to read about in a book, but not that enjoyable in real life.
3) I'm a passionate dancer, which makes the shoe-thing even worse
4) I'm quite good at dancing the male part by now. It IS a worthy experience to step in your partner's shoes to see the difficulties he/she has to deal with. Try it out, I can only recommend it. This is not only true for dancing.
5) Payment for paperboys (and -girls) should include at least one pair of good trainers a year.
6) I had no time to put shoes on when I ran out into the garden tonight to put out the fire. No-one noticed though.
7) A horse stepped onto one of my feet once. Rather painful experience, that lost me my belief in the lucky charm of horse-shoes, but not half as painful as
8) The car, that stood on my left (bare) foot, when I was seven. The driver didn't see me at first. When he finally saw me, his brake shoes worked instantly, he managed to stop the car with the front wheel on my foot. He was so shocked that he didn't even notice I was still alive, knocking on his window and trying to get my foot loose. He sat there and stared blankly onto his steering wheel, believing he had just killed a child. I still wear the scar. My skin stayed under the wheel, when I finally managed to pull my foot out from under his car.

So that's about me. And now, is there anybody out there, who hasn't been tagged several times already? If there is, give me a note and I'll tag you

Okay, I know I said I'd write all my journals bilingual, but it's too late today, I might edit it tomorrow and add the German translation for all you saints
Today's German phrase of the day is: Gute Nacht (good night).

EDIT: No, I won't - maybe next time

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