Edinburgh is cold, wet and windy. Hey, it must be January. I got back Saturday evening, back in work on Monday to watch the company nurse its collective holiday hangover. Apparently I missed the big party and am therefore a bitch - so said Monique, but she was smiling. She seems a lot closer to Harry than before, maybe I'm imagining things. The water cooler soap opera continues.

I finally got Papa to talk to us just before I left Germany. Well, to me and Pit. He's been worrying about the house - the rent is too high and they could be out by March. His pension isn't covering it. He wants to keep it from Mum as long as possible, so we agreed to bail him out till June. By that time, if he's still in trouble he's agreed to come clean. I hope he's being honest. If Papa has a failing, it's money. He used to gamble heavily on games of dice with his friends, more than you'd think usual. Things will sort themselves out though, they always do.

HAHAHA 24 in German!

Bauer's still a dick though, he gets no sympathy for not lipsynching.