* Evil murderous villains can fall off cliffs, be presumed dead, then return to their former homes suffering from amnesia and a complete personality change. This is possisbly my favourite storyline. The evil Barbara von Heidenburg, who apparently once terrorised the residents of the Furstenhof Hotel (she tried to kill a rival with poisoned chocolates, among other awesome crimes), was last seen falling into a ravine while trying to kill her husband Werner. A year later, a woman who looks exactly like her but with slightly different hair turns up at the hotel, causing terror and panic. It really is Barbara, but she's genuinely lost her memory and is now the saintly Sylvia, who had no idea of her evil murdering past. And Werner, despite the fact that her evil old self tried to kill him, falls for her and they are now getting married (again). To make things even more entertaining, poor Sylvia keeps having nightmares in which evil Barbara taunts her and threatens to return. Which I totally hope she does. Last week it seemed like Sylvia was starting to remember her old life as Barbara, which is v. promising.
* Being a dirndl designer is a valid career option in the 21st century.
* If you find out that your child has asthma, even though she has yet to have an actual asthma attack, you must move to a peaceful dry climate immediately. Like, within a week. This means giving up your job and moving to a country where you don't speak the language. I should add that all of my sisters had fairly severe asthma as kids and no one advised my parents to move to Sweden, but there you go. Seriously, does no one have asthma in Germany?
* Rural Bavaria is really, really pretty, in a slightly kitschy way.
2. I've discovered that I really love working on photo shoots. I've been doing them for a few months now, and it's so much fun. I was out on one at IMMA on Friday, shooting a friend for the mag who is releasing an album in May. I love putting together a shot with a photographer, doing the styling and finding the perfect location. Also, it gets me out of the office, which is always good. But most of all, it's good to be doing visual creative stuff. I am a frustrated illustrator who tried to get into art college and specialised in design during her master's, after all.
3. I have a vegetable patch! Well, a dug-up piece of land in the back garden. Pasington's dad helped me dig it up yesterday, by which I mean he did most of the digging because I found, to my shame, that while I could plunge the spade quite successfully into the earth (ooh er), I was too feeble to lift out the earth and turn it over. Anyway, it's all dug up now, and I'm going to keep bashing away at it all week to break the earth up (why? I have no idea, but apparently it's what I have to do). P's dad is coming back next week to help me plant things. And I am also going to buy a smaller spade, as I can barely get my paws around the handle of the one I have, which is partly why it's so difficult to maneuver.
4. It is spring! The sun is shining! And I know that last summer and the year before we had nice weather in April and then it rained all summer, but surely that can't happen three years in a row. Can it? Please? Anyway, it's nice today, and I'm going to sit outside and read Elizabeth Taylor (no, not that one, the other one, about whom Nicola Beauman of Persephone has just written a great biography. She's brilliant. If you like snarky, sad, elegantly written books about frustrated women in the 40s and 50s, you will love her). When I am not reading Elizabeth Taylor I will wave the spade around the veg patch and feel that I am doing something to aid my future vegetable empire. I feel like a landgirl who has spent all her life in offices and is now expected to till the soil productively, only of course when I get bored I can go back to my novel-reading and tea-drinking, so it's not really the same thing at all. Also, although we may all be feeling as panicky about the future as if there was, there isn't actually a war on.
5. Although I lack the ability to update here as often as I would like, what with my boss sitting right behind me in the office and all, I have succumbed to Twitter, as some of you know already, because it takes less time to write a single line update. It's urchinette, if you're interested.