Even when John Denver was not trendy, I still liked him and his easy-listening music. Mind, I like Jürgen Marcus and Eine Neue Liebe Ist Wie Ein Neues Leben. (Hey, I’m a natural redhead. I’ve always been the un-trendy outsider.)
My favourite John Denver song is Leaving on a Jet Plane. Since early April, I’ve been working and staying in London, while Schatz, my friends, my mountain bike, my books, house group, etc, etc, are all back in Düsseldorf. (Actually, Schatz lives up the road from DUS, but that is by the by.)
It’s a compliment, in many a way, but Schatz often has a bit of a cry in the evening after we’ve said goodbye each time she drops me of at DUS airport for my Sunday PM flight back to Heathrow (bis zum nächsten Mal). (She’s not British, so wasn’t born with our stiff upper lip.)
Incidentally, to digress a bit. Two days too late for Yorkshire Day, I like this picture.
Enough patriotism. (God Save Yorkshire!)
Sometimes Schatz will tell me, “I am too weak.”
Nein, Schatz, ‘bist Du gar nicht. It’s just that we pads brats have trained for years in the nomadic lifestyle and taking it all in the chin. Freemasons have secret handshakes. Pads brats: probably the secret shoulder shrug to say, “Well, we are where we are. Fancy a brew, anyone?”
Somehow, instinctively, I feel my time to be “back at base,” in DUS is round the corner.
Have a strong day, won’t you!