I completed my homework this morning and sent it to Charlette. Despite being challenging, I enjoyed it very much. It contained four tasks. Three of them were writing (task 1 - writing a report; task 2 - writing a summary based on one of the sketches of Monty Pythons Flying Circus; task 3 - writing a letter to the editor of a financial magazine, expressing your opinion on the increase in contributions the British taxpayer has to make to fund the royal family), and the fourth task was an open cloze text written by Charlette.
After finishing and sending the homework to Charlette, I prepared lunch. The menu was the usual: fish fingers with jasmine rice and salad for Ági and tomato for me. While we were munching on the nosh, we watched another completely silly episode of Derrick. It was the fifth episode of the eighteen's season, and Herbert Reinecker wasn't on top while writing the screenplay. Actually, the series was on air for 24 years and over almost two and a half decades, Mr Reinecker wrote 281 episodes, so I think we should be more forgiving with him.
I gave Ági a foot massage and watched two more episodes of Undercover. But when I finished the massage, my eyelids felt like two huge cement bags, so I had to nod off, which was a seriously inconsiderate move from me. I should have known its consequences. Anyway, after spending 30 minutes in a deep sleep, I woke up like a confused old git in a nursery home. Even considering the notion of taking Abby for her afternoon walk took me an hour. The realisation was another half an hour, so I spent the majority of the afternoon trying to come to. With all that being said, I think our afternoon walk was a heroic act.
Austria 🇦🇹, here we come again. It'll be a long ten days...
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