“This time we really mean it… OK then, we’ll stay one more day perhaps!”.. and so it goes. Günter and Lexa and Jürgen and Ele were definitely going to leave today, the former first thing, the latter after their guests arrived, but still afraid to break the magic of the last ten days or so we stuck together for just one more day, after which they promised, they really would leave.
We on the other hand, would not.
We have an appointment with Mr Perkin’s doctor on Monday, and as is usually the case there is no shortage of ways to occupy one’s time in Toul, so we shall carry on with a stiff upper lip, learn to travel alone once more, and practice speaking English without involuntarily reverting to Germanic grammar.
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Warum?
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