dreamt of a fever

It's the snow lining the roads which throws me off every morning I wake. I can see my own breath but that's nothing special. All my life I've tried to catch the my breath steaming up in my hands, I open them up and only for the mist to disappear into the ether. No one ever told me why that happens (and for those about to lecture me about the physics of solids, liquids and gases you're missing the point).

Only been a few days and I'm getting a feel for the place, sure I've spent time in at work and in a hotel, but it's the smell of the place, the air, putting your ear to the ground and listening to the beat of peoples feet pounding the pavement. I like the fact I can walk out where I'm staying and see the Kandinsky exhibition is next to the museum for Greek and Roman sculpture. I suppose it's the feeling that I'm not going to get shanked, maybe the feeling that all the Chinese restaurants are run by Vietnamese. Whatever it is, will I call this place home? As the girl I fell in love with nearly half a decade ago said to me 'who knows?'.

sports

• Portsmouth vs Hull
• Famgusta vs Bremen

vershieden

• German roads as good as I have thought
• the snow that lasts forever, kicking it down never gets old
• watching Bremen play, football cultural exchange was never going to be this good
• finally getting home without getting lost, needing to park 5 times, find no spaces in the car park
• upstairs downstairs at work, my legs will be even bigger come xmas
• the way German's drive, actually very my kind of driving.
• German girls that eat curry, very nice
• seeing Glen Johnson's goal, lean over to shake my old bosses hand to find he was pissing about with his phone and missed the whole affair
• the fact that my dad will try and save money even if the company is paying for it
• having the courage to slowly speak (broken, basic one of the b's of this world) German