Lost all track of dates and times, I believe it might be Friday today.
The day started pretty shit - the restaurant ran out of tea strainers so it was either drink scalding black tea through gritted teeth, strain it through my shirt or not fucking bother.
They did offer to get me some "English breakfast tea" but after 40 mins and repeated requests I gave up.
The bacon was Zuper crispy (aka almost burnt), sausages cold, no fried potato so it was pretty dull.
I then had to work the training hosts coffee machine so I could make a cup of tea, now I'm OK with printers but not fucking domestic appliances - "push what button ? , Turn what ?" - fortunately Juliene came in and just turned a knob - Duh.
The trouble with having no tea is your brain rots away so it was perhaps borderline when I was trying to operate the machine so had Juliene not arrive God knows what would have happened.
So we continue the day, shouts of "Phillipe, nes pas Chantee" - "Phillipe stop fucking singing"
and then trying to explain in French what a fluffer was - I got as far as "regardes le cinematic pornographique" and had their attention.
Enough pidgeon English/French to explain to their amusment and for them to demonstrate.
Off to another restaurant for dinner, think this one was like a Beefeater or similar, had the lamb platter which was OK.
More hard grind on the printer and then finally after lots of work we finish for the week.
Now I'm stuck on the 7th floor for two days, sounds like I need to take a train to Frankfurt and see what's what ?
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