Before the normal entries started, I was in the process of gradually moving in to the
house we had bought in Grüner Weg
2, Rosbach vor der Höhe.
I had been doing a fair amount of completion work on the house, including tiling the
lounge room, not helped by a leak that had sprung in the water supply to the house,
meaning that we had to turn off the water to avoid flooding the cellar. My wife Doris,
with whom I was becoming increasingly estranged, did nothing to help.
In the evening to Bad
Homburg. to meet some girl whose name I have forgotten. We didn't hit it off that well,
though that didn't occur to me until later. Then back home to Friedrichsfeld for the last
time, mainly to pack up my computers. There had a phone call with another candidate, an
Yvonne Ködderitzsch, who, despite the name, proves to be French. The photos didn't look too
good, but she sounded very nice on the phone, so arranged to meet her on Sunday when I'm
back in Ffm.
Finally got my stuff packed, then back
to Rosbach to unload the
computers. I had meant to meet this Yvonne girl in mid-afternoon, but it was really hot, we
didn't have any water, and I needed a shower. So: go to the Mauls for a shower and then on
late to Yvonne, or arrange to have a shower at her place? Called her up, and she was
agreeable, so off straight there, in the Kaulbachstraße in Sachsenhausen, had
my shower, and then got to know her.
It turns out the photos she sent me (older one, looking good, and a newer one looking
decidedly fatter with the comment “That's what I look like now”) were misleading: the new
look was just the hair, and the fatness was the jumper she had on. Quite a nice girl, got
divorced from some baron
in Hautes-Pyrénées a while back.
Off to a place she knew
in Bornheim, run by
a friend, and had dinner. Thoroughly pleasant afternoon and evening. Arranged to meet her
tomorrow and go to the Taunus-Therme in Bad Homburg.
I had planned to meet another girl, Henny somebody today, but as planned yesterday, met
Yvonne in Gonzenheim, the end of
the S-Bahn line, and to the sauna in the
Taunus-Therme. We only had towels with
us, and at one point we went through a door, naked as the day we were born, and found
ourselves on a platform overlooking the swimming pool. Amusing.
Out to Rosbach this morning
to meet the removal people moving all our stuff into the new house. I don't have much
recollection of the day. My colleagues from Karstadt in Essen had come along to
help install some of the furniture, notably the enormous bedroom wardrobe. Somehow I was
exhausted. My sister Bev and her boyfriend Jerry had come too, and we spent much of the day
trying to remove the grout on the freshly laid tiling in the lounge room
with hydrochloric acid. Doris,
who hadn't done any of the work, arrived later, looked at the result, and said „Beschissen
verfugt!“ (terrible grouting). We haven't forgotten that one.
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