Went Swanning on Friday having flown in. Bumped into Lee, having dragged Mogs out too. Fun evening. Too much beer. Did my currency exchange and grabbed post from the post ofice on Saturday morning, dumped Mogs’ old bed and the chair and chest of drawers from his room. Bought cheap foods and awaited Liam’s arrival. Ran off to Dave’s for a party but overestimated my ability to be awake, that coupled with a very long walk made me feel slightly ropey so headed back at 9:30ish. Home at 11:30. Slightly ridiculous. I can get to Berlin quicker than Enfield, so it would seem. Yesterday I milled about, bought cables from Maplin, think I might also buy a WD passport 500gb come payday, refrained from buying one in there... Packed my duvet (because I can). Now I’m snug at night. Arrived at the airport late (thanks Mr Serco), arrived at the gate after it’d shut, after some hammering on the door I was whisked to a plane that was about to lose its steps by a nice flight technician type. Arrived back in Berlin to discover that my luggage had made it too. Result! Back in the flat and I discover it’s incapable of running both the dishwasher and the washing machine. So when I put my washing on and the dishwasher on just before leaving for work on Friday, unbeknownst to me I’d tripped the tripswitch. Arrived back at 10:30pm to find that my dinner was mouldy, I’d grown yoghurt out of milk and my fish fingers were decidedly stinky. Threw everything away and had supper consisting of Tuc biscuits and water. Sorted out my bedclothes and slept like a log until 7am. Grabbed my now-slightly-less-damp clothes and distributed them around various radiators in the flat until my jeans and a tshirt were dry. Whilst I waited I discovered an interesting way of washing the kitchen floor involving the dishwasher. Ergh. I think I’ll be happy when I move to Charlottenburg next month