Toblerone muss Zacken lassen

I mentioned on Tuesday that the Toblerone scandal hadn't hit deepest Bavaria and the shelves were still full. They are a rarity here anyway, I think a full shelf meant a box of 6. No self respecting Swabian would be so extravagant to buy such luxury except perhaps to take to the wife lying in hospital after she slipped in the milking parlour and broke her leg - flowers, and then only from one's own meadow, are too valuable to let dry out in a hospital ward - either Gertrude gets it fresh or in her winter silage feed.

Advantage of living in these parts without internet or Twitter, international news doesn't spread like wildfire - village news, yes, but that's face to face, behind covered mouth, at the local shop or church - things like "Did you know that crazy Englishman is wearing Union Jack underpants today".

Here the local newspaper reports a day or two, or more, later. And so it was with Toblerone, sadly though being reduced to 2nd spot by other insignificant but headline grabbing news.

In a survey this year of the best countries to live in, the Washington Post ranked Germany #1 based on certain criteria. When it was published, the German Foreign Ministry twittered they were delighted but "would be putting in night shifts to improve the "Fun" rating".

Well in fact it's not that dire once you get to know them - a bit of a problem is that few understand British humour. The article in the paper about Toblerone is a worthy attempt to climb the heights once dominated by the Brits. It goes something like this:

Toblerone muss Zacken lassen
"Zacken" are spikes, jags, prongs but they are playing with the expression "sacken lassen" meaning to sink-in, or as here digest or ease down and "lassen" alone means leave or leave out.
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Starts off saying: British "Schleckermäule" have to be strong. After the Brexit vote and weakness of the pound, the triangular chocolate bar is now only available in GB in slimmed down form".
"Schleckermäule" is the plural form meaning sweet.tooth but insinuating here also fastidious tongue/palate, gourmet, foodie.

Ends up saying: It remains (no pun meant, I'm sure) to be seen how the Brits react to the consequences - then, when it comes to their foods, they sometimes don't understand a bit of humour. The good times for British foodies - they once were better."

I spent the day splitting, sawing, transporting and stacking firewood. Should have done it in the summer but I hate wasting good weather. Making firewood warms you up several times - cutting down the tree, sawing it, splitting it, transporting and stacking and finally burning it. And today was cool but at least it was dry most of the day.

I hate though to say that we had a very nasty mishap today. While doing the horses this morning, Angie took Eddie the kitten with her to the stables, not for the first time. Angie is still so upset, she can't talk about it but somehow Eddie got one of his feet under one of horse Rosie's metal shod feet. To the vet: x-ray, it is broken and two choices - either amputation or have the bone pinned. Needless to say Eddie will be undergoing the pinning op tomorrow and is staying over at the vets tonight. Although he's only been about a few weeks, I keep expecting him to leap at my legs any moment. Poor fellow and it will be difficult for such a lively lad to be cooped up for several weeks. We have done it before with a stray cat that adopted us a few years ago. In a stupid road accident (the road by our house was actually closed to traffic at the time) he shattered a leg and I think the operation cost around 700 Euros - for a stray but wonderful cat! Worse though was the cage confinement - he went crazy. Just hope little Eddie who is probably just over 3 months accepts confinement better and still needs lots of sleep.