Sheds

[devi]

I flew home late last night from a galvanised iron barn hidden in pitch-black countryside somewhere outside Hamburg. There were potholes in the runway. I want to write about the weekend, with all its being driven around looking at things and going wow, but I haven't processed it all yet. mr_magicfingers said last night that his head was a shed, and I liked that because so is mine right now - a bit like the airport, in fact, with a huge jumbled pile of newly delivered impressions and sights piled up crazily just behind my eyes as little mental subroutines buzz around with forklifts trying to sort and stack them. More soon.

How are you doing?

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[skorpionuk.livejournal.com]

The shed is a recent extension, I hope it becomes a more permanent fixture soon. The airport used to be MUCH smaller when they only had one flight per day to and from London; now they go elsewhere as well, I seem to recall.

The beer's really good, even if the sandwiches are not.

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

The coffee's quite yum as well! Though the plastic life-size waiter in the restaurant is kind of scary. He looks like a huge Ken doll.

[skorpionuk.livejournal.com]

I love German coffee very much. Especially with cream.
And yes he is! I don't quite remember now what he's for... holding drinks?

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

He just seemed to be holding his arms out in a "welcome, let me give you a hug" kind of way...