Disappointing

My wife was right in her presumption that she would not sell many of her doilies; in fact it was utterly disappointing, (may be because they aren’t in fashion any more) People don’t appreciate handcrafts like they used too. Older people knew straight away that the doilies were hand made, the younger generation you had to tell them. Most people exclaimed how well made they were and they understood that a lot of work goes into making them, but that didn’t alter the fact that nobody wanted to buy. The total amount my wife made was 12 Euros. I felt really sorry for her. I can ensure you that’s the first and last time we will try to sell doilies.

Saturday afternoon I decided that I would cycle to Reisholz, they have just opened a large Do-it-yourself store there and I needed a new tap washer and one or two small things. Seeing that it was a lovely early spring day, a bit nippy but the sun was shining, what more do you need?

Now were the hell is Reisholz you’ll be asking your selves. It’s a borough from Düsseldorf and very famous as far as soap powder are concerned Henkel the maker of Persil has its factory there.

The route I chose to Reisholz takes me past a farm and through a large wooded area called Hassler forest. (Oh! I nearly forgot it takes me past a Mc Donald’s) I took my camera with me this time just in case I saw something worth taking a photo of. (See Photos) The photos of the wood figures are situated in the forest they are carved out of a logs right there were they stand.

While I was on my way to the Do-it-yourself store my wife backed a cake so on arriving back home the surprise was perfect and we had coffee and cake.

Dead on half past six Saturday evenings I sit in front of the TV set with a bottle of cold beer and watch the German first division football, its on for about 90 minutes and for me pure relaxation.

This morning I did my usual Sunday run and I must admit it was plain torture compared to my normal runs, the case being my body is still stiff and sore from Tuesday, the older one gets the longer it takes to recuperate.

The photos are of my wife’s stall, figures in the forest, cows in cow shed.

Take care out there were ever you are. Tschüss.