Notfallfutter

The plan was to take the later train. Which was cancelled.
Then the decision was made to get my hair cut at the Schnellfriseur (= a visit to the "quick" hairdresser, without appointment, hair cut without washing it, no styling afterwards, just the plain cut, very cheap, faster out than in - it was dark by then - and never ever tell anybody about it at work...).
The next train home and at home too hungry for cooking. The fridge almost empty. I need to go shopping.

Notfallfutter = emergency food

(Carefully asking the mirror: The haircut for 15 euro is just as good as one for 60 euro. I should buy shoes tomorrow.)

19:55; 0°C