days off

never really seem to be days off. I have no idea what I think I should do on a day off, but the weird thing about this job is that most things are "work" - the obvious things like preparing Bible studies and going to meetings etc but also the less obvious things like meeting up with people. And the only day that I have in the week where I don't have something regular that involves work is a Saturday. And Saturday is the only day most people are free. Especially the German students, who work too hard anyway. So today I am about to embark on two things - a brunch with my SMD group and then a cinema trip in the evening - and they both count as "work". Although both are fun (I think we plan to see the new Changeling film which is called der fremde Sohn here in Berlin. Incidentally my good friend Ricarda saw Brad and Angie on the red carpet in Berlin on Monday. Apparently Angelina was "unglaublich dünn" - unbelievably skinny) I really don't know how to divide my time in terms of work and no work. Something I constantly have to struggle with, especially as everything I do here (apart from the few hours here and there of teaching) is what I was used to doing in my free time in Oxford.

I am also getting very excited about http://www.free09.co.uk/ which is coming up in Oxford. If you're around, DO go, even if it's for my sake, because I would love to check out what's going on. Rico Tice is one of the best speakers I've heard and the evenings look fantastic, as do the lunchtime titles...

I am right now debating whether to go for a run. I really need to. I am eating way too much and not exercising ... it's getting noticeable ... but I can't be bothered ...

And yesterday I had my hair cut/hacked off : a much better experience in terms of language than last time as the woman barely noticed I was gesturing more than talking and did what I wanted, exactly, it's just I'm now wondering whether what I wanted was indeed a bit too brave. It's now super layered and when I woke up this morning I looked more like a birds nest than I ever have done in my life before. I mean, properly like a birds nest. All these different lengths were really rather confusing and didn't quite sit where they wanted. I suppose that's what you get from looking in the mirror first thing. Never nice, especially when my mirror always makes me look green.

Anyway, those are the mundane things that are going on.