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The neighbors love melancholy

I REALLY love neighbors! We do not cluck
successive time, but we help when help is needed. And the noise level
size: even in a completely tolerable!
Who knows, the Dutch town houses, know what I mean. So you hear that is even if someone next door goes up the stairs.

Yesterday wars but kind of funny.
My neighbors celebrate their 25th Wedding anniversary. Yesterday he did come home from work, in her hand a bouquet of roses (* melt * schöööööööön).
Since then suddenly rang with us. He stood in front of the door. With a bouquet of roses.
Whether he plays just might go with us to the bathroom - somehow, he can not get to his door and had to pretty much ....
Well of course!!
ok.
second Attempt.
few minutes later it rings again.
ER again.
door is still not.
bouquet of roses will be deposited with us - the cold is nothing for such beautiful flowers. We
with the next room.
IT is not at home.
key does not seem to fit into the lock!
UPPS .....
wedding anniversary?
-exchanged castle?
wife away? Slowly
mild panic in his eyes .... (Somewhat understandable)
He then finally with the help of our head over the wall into his garden and then come through the back door into the house.
And a phone call to her on the phone reassured then - all right (except a broken door lock)!
teasing he must now, however, put up * gggg * - then afterwards wars funny how he was locked out on his wedding day with a bouquet of roses at the door.
I have the two then-made Lasagna made fresh from the oven .... if he also gets to eat nothing more .... ;) *
little devil sometimes am, I admit even to *

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Sunday evening .... stuck in Café Weemoed in Tilburg. Actually, we were invaded
already on the way home, but from the said cafe nice jazz tones. So we have
is placed inside for half an hour.
Was ... interesting.

A band played, consisting of guitar, bass, drums, saxophone and piano. Ok.
Then came the singers.
"singer" is too strong a word ... "Caller" would fit better. And maybe he should learn his lyrics - as mussten ihm seine Kollegen immer mal wieder vorsagen. Vielleicht hatte er aber auch nur schon zuviel von was auch immer intus. Es klang jedenfalls so.
Die Band war absolut ok - und der Gitarrist hatte eine tolle Stimme. Das konnte man hören, als der mal den Part des Sängers übernahm, weil der Rufer einem Bedürfnis nachkam.
Schade, das er wieder zurück fand.
Das fand wohl auch der Hund des Gitarristen, der sich darauf hin in den Gitarrenkoffer verzog.

Alles in allem würde ich mir das nicht einen ganzen Abend antun wollen, aber für eine halbe Stunde war es schon amüsant. Ich konnte allerdings auch nicht viel von den Texten des Rufers verstehen, da er mit schwerer Zunge und noch schwererem Dialekt rief......

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police Herne

Das war mal wieder interessant!

Cay wollte in Herne eine Freundin besuchen.
Joa....

Nur - Herne hat im entsprechenden Gebiet eine lustige Installation von Einbahnstraßen.
Joa....

Es war dunkel, SEHR stürmisch und entsetzlich nass von oben! Und ich irrte so durchs Gassengewirr, stand plötzlich in der Fußgängerzone und dachte mir so: Ok - HIER biste völlig verkehrt, Süße!
Also wenden und zurück, an der nächsten Ecke halten und Freundin anrufen!
Conny wusste dann wohl auch ungefährt wo ich war.... nur musste ich dann ziemlich schnell wieder aufhängen da plötzlich von hinten eine Lautsprecherdurchsage came: "Go on!"
Upps .... POLICE!

Ok - so on and in the direction that I thought she would be the right (of course, not wars, as it subsequently turned out ...)
The police cars are after me .... after about 500m then: "Take your ran right!"
stockings ...
MIST!
I was so out of a road from which I should never have come and then I have the phone with the engine running.
MIST!
ran right - and then the usual questions about driver's license and vehicle documents.
And then small helpless Cay: "I want to visit my girlfriend, but somehow I am going to run only in the circle (Which was true). I have so no idea where I am now actually (that's not true all) and where I have to go (jöpp agreed), I think the NIE! (Nöööö - I've shamelessly exaggerated * confess *)
The men were really nice, I only got a verbal warning and they have brought me to the house of my friend and instruct even a parking lot!

Here again a big thank you to the police from Herne!
I was really pleased with this help!