Deutsche Märchen ♥

Just a quick one, in line with my intention to update as soon as Vaguely Interesting Stuff happens. More than anything, i guess i just don't want to forget anything, so...here we are :) first things first, i am no longer a knickerless nomad of the south-eastern German region. Try as i might however, i was completely unable to find Die Prümärßße and so had to settle for H&M and this other shop called Pimkie - which according to the bag they have everywhere else apart from the UK. A few multipacks and a matching tartan bra set later, i was kitted out - but this seeming easy start was more a false sense of security. Buying toiletries here is TERRIFYING. As in the Primark saga, there's no Superdrug or similar nice happy shop that sells general toiletries, bits and bobs, hairbrushes, makeup, plasters as well as more medically things - instead you have to go into a Proper Pharmacists, with all these official medicines (TM) in serious monochrome packages - perhaps there will be some health foods and teas. But no crappy hairbrushes for a pound or hairdye or tweezers! All three of which being absent fill me with fear. I've now spent three days trying to get a list of things that's about ten items long! What am i to do...!! Somewhere must sell these things.....
On another more trampy note, today it was the turn of the stinky old woman to approach me whilst I was working out how on earth to buy a ticket for the U-Bahn. When you're in the process of collecting your change you can hardly fob a hobo off with the excuse you have no change, and so i settled instead with "NO"...and when that didn't work, the old favourite "I'm English and I don't understand..." which seemed to work. Although she did just stand there staring. Perhaps she wasn't even asking for change. OK I did feel a little guilty she was about 103. But that not withstanding, I don't get paid enough to go giving it out to any old codger so...! Here endeth the tramp saga...for now.
Hm, tired!
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