Oh, for a Sainsburys ready meal...

The fridge freezer is still broken. The guy who came to fix it last week said it needed an electrical part and he would order it. Then we didn't see him for dust. A German friend rang the repair man to get an explanation for his odd behaviour - but he was evasive. We can only assume that the fridge freezer parts ordering process is too onerous.

So we contacted the manufacturer direct and they are sending someone next Thursday. That is still a long time.

I am starting to run out of ideas for what to eat now. We've done things in tins. We've done salads to death. Pizza likewise. I find myself hankering after the huge variety of ready meals available in UK supermarkets. Yes, yes, I know they are full of fat, sugar and salt, but oh, what a selection and what convenience.

For now I shall just keep perusing recipe books and hoping for some inspiration.

At least it's cool in the pool

This morning has been good and bad.

The bad? Our fridge freezer has stopped working and we cannot get anyone to repair it until FRIDAY. Simon's going out to buy one of those cheap mini fridges after work today*, to see us through. It's about 27 degrees today, so it would be nice to have some way to keep milk from turning to cottage cheese.

The good? Alexander had his first swimming lesson today and it went really well. I was nervous as I thought he might be a bit frightened and also that I might not be able to keep up with the instructions. There was no need to be worried as the teacher was so nice and the environment so well set up for babies. We both had fun. And we learned a new German song about being little fishies.

*Then after the big fridge is better we can keep the mini one in the bedroom and pretend we are in a hotel, on our holidays.

Punch drunk

We went to our neighbours' house for a party last night. Today I feel a little bit fragile.

Obviously the preceding two sentences are in no way statements of cause and effect.

Oh. Was that my nose growing?

It was at the party that I got my first taste of a German drink called 'Bowle'. It is a fruit punch made in a big bowl (hence the name) which typically contains champagne, white wine and chunks of fruit. The bowle is ladled out into glasses, along with the fruit (you're provided with a tooth pick to eat the fruit). Not only is it a lovely drink, but it counts towards your 'five a day'. Hurrah!

Link for recipe...