Die Schlitschue

The ice skates. To wear when you go schlitschulaufen. No I can't say it. A totally random spot tied on to the glass recycling bins. We spent another day in the flat. I started stripping paint off the front door. Got halfway then M took over for the second half. Went back to our flat for steel wool, cotton buds and more picnic things to take to the new flat. I started stripping paint off the metal/brass door handles. One shitty job has been replaced by another, but the joy to see shiny door handles underneath was worth it. It is very slow but somewhat meditative. Spoke to my folks on Skype, the Scottish weather has been wild but they are ok. Promised to take my dad to Tempelhofer feld to look for landing marks on the now defunct runway.