Feiertag: a German public holiday. The streets looked until 10am like a curfew had been imposed. All the shops shut. (A bit like England used to look on Sundays till about 30 years ago, when the Sunday trading laws were liberalised.) A few cafes open. Maybe also a few kiosks.
My routine was as follows.
05:41: Wake up as per any “school day.” I lie in bed and listen to BBC Radio 5 and then change stations to BBC Radio Tees.
08:20: I climb out of my bed. Time to make use of the day.
08:30: Time to sort out my flat. Tidying first. Then cleaning. Living room half-sorted. Bathroom cleaned, except for the toilet and floor. Bath and sink now shining. I take a few breaks to forward a few cartoons via WhatsApp. Back to cleaning and tidying. And laundry. And more laundry.
09:59: I head out to my local cafe for brunch and to get some fresh air on this cloudy, overcast day.
11:00: Feeling “matschig” (fidgety), I call a friend. We arrange to meet at 13:00 in his part of the city for coffee and chat.
12:00: I sit in the cafe, reading my copy of Creative Writing for Dummies and writing in my diary. Nice not to have to use my brain too much. Nice to be away from a screen.
13:00: My friend arrives. We chat. We have a good catch-up. He does not talk about his ailments. Bonus!
14:00: I head back home via the main train station, the Hbf. En route to the Hbf, I start day-dreaming about cleaning materials. Should I get the apple-scented wipes, or the lemon-scented wipes? I decide to get both. I go to DM (sort-of-ish the German equivalent of Boots or Superdrug). I stock up on apple-scented wipes, lemon-scented wipes, a nail brush, toilet cleaner, washing-up liquid, and much, much more. €20 later, I feel a spring in my step. All these cleaning products to make my flat look spotless.
Then it hits me. I have become middle-aged. The highlight of my day was not brunch, or meeting up with a mate, or going for a walk or cycle ride. It was the trip to DM. Retail therapy!
Have a spotless day, won’t you!