Monday 9 February 2015
Distinctly warmer feel to the air 4 degrees
OH feeling ill again. I go down to the shops and get stuck in the Monday morning supermarket shop queues. People shop on a daily basis here, and, deprived of being able to shop on a Sunday, shop to drop on a Monday. I always let people with a few items go ahead of me. The locals practice a special eye swivelling motion which means they can unload their massive trolleys, very slowly, onto the moving carpets and then pay by cheque, but only after having extracted wads of vouchers from their wallets. RJ has a theory that queues containing women are slow and queues containing old women are mortal. I now follow his theory of going for queues containing as many men as possible, and ideally young men. It still takes a long time. Get back home and OH has crawled out of bed so we look at the weekends emails.
Speak to colleague in the North who is sending down a Swiss client at the end of the week. He is seeing a huge range of property in three different geographic areas. Not a good prognosis. My area easily the most expensive. Also speak to the clients who were down a couple of weeks ago. He has decided to buy in the Alps. Bugger.
OH has gone back to burning things in the garden so I go for a swim and am not recognised by the partner of a friend. I know I havent seen him for ages but I didnt think I had changed that much. He shows me his hip replacement scar. Nice.
I phone a local man who has just sold his house and is hot to go. He only wants to see the houses he has selected and is rather short tempered. One of the vendors I ring has the dreadful news that his wife has colon cancer. Poor lady! Her dream was to go back to the UK and spend time with her grandchildren. Fix up other visits. Discover that the client has been out with my partner agent who has been showing him very expensive houses and says the client had expressed interest in one. Mine are cheaper but I now only have two to show. Look through my old, withdrawn properties and find one that is good. Too late to ring as it was then 8.30.
OH decides to 'treat' me to another cultural evening of yet another Werner Herzog film. A film of such utter bizarreness, that the Wrath of God seemed almost normal. It kicked off with a savant cowherd looking at cows. That was about ten minutes. OH said we would give it until the break to see if it 'warmed up'. A crowd of the most strange people then appeared to ask the cowherd to come and save them from the giant who was ripping out their hearts. The cowherd told them it was just a dwarf and they were looking at his shadow. When we had finished laughing, I managed to go to sleep for a while. Unfortunately, when I woke up, it was still on. Two men were facing one another across a table. One said, I will sleep off my hangover on your corpse. He then smashed his glass over the other guys head. Later on, when there had been an accident in a barn and one man was dead and the other insensible across his body, everyone said the cowherd was right and towards the end of the film, the drunk brought the corpse into the bar and danced with it. Bavarian glassmakers had lost the knowledge of how to make the ruby glass and their Lord was as mad as a box of frogs. The evenings entertainment was rounded off with an episode of the Beverley Hillbillies. Now that is what I do call entertainment (especially after Heart of Glass)
Here is a review by someone who liked the film,