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Shopped, cooked and cleaned before I went to work. 

Had to head to the beurocratic centre of qualifications. I need a bit of paper to move into the next level of beurocracy. I had all the right documents and was able to go upstairs and get a number to wait. Showing my documents was fine until I got my degree, it's written in Latin. A dead language which can only be translated by one person in Berlin. Luckily there was an English translation in tiny wee writing at the bottom. I could only laugh at how absurd it was.