Frankisms

Do you know - I can't believe it was over a week since Franks visit! The month of April is a blur to me. A big messy blur.

Frank is adamant that he is going to come down here and help in the garden. I will not encourage this, as Frank and I have a track record of disasters. Example - once he tried to instal a muffler on my car and insisted it would work even though it was for a completely different model - he did this on a hill with the car chocked up on two bits of wood. It was awful.

And in the garden we argue because he pretty much cuts everything back until there is nothing left. Here is a picture of him doing that just before I tell him to step away from the secateurs.

He also always leaves the gate open so the dog gets out, insists on calling me Heidi - often speaking to me in German while doing so, and every now and then does something like this...

Do you know how startling it is to find a short, old, Austrian dude, half naked in your kitchen? Maybe nearly as startling as having one appear in your computer. Nearly.