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I met Christa G a couple of years back when we both got bionic legs and ended up at the same physiotherapy clinic.
It turns out that she and Mrs jb have known each other for YEARS, given that Christa G works in a flash boutique and Mrs jb goes to ALL the flash boutiques, so we’ve kept in touch and I help her with odd jobs in the garden and accompany Ms jb on her frequent visits to said flash boutique in quixotic and heroically unsuccessful attempts to avoid fiscal disaster.
She felt obliged to invite us out for a meal at the Heilig Geist the other night, so I dressed up warmly to avoid another tongue-lashing along the lines of “you’ll catch your death of cold and I’m glad I don’t have to look after you” which is what happened at the TSOD in winter.
To which I muttered “So am I. You have no idea..”
And – being Germany – we of course address each other formally.
Frau G.
Herr B
It’s a hoot.
Mainz Daily Photo 