I've returned home and am lying down in bed, listening to my iPod and reading.
This evening we're invited to TheOne®'s sister's home for dinner. She lives in Bad Naheim too in a lovely 100 year old house.
We're greeted by a beautiful table, promising us a feast of traditional German Christmas food.
Of course we say hello to everyone, making sure we don't forget to say hello to Rosalie, the Albino baby snake.
Rosalie's friend (I don't know his name) is not in the mood to say hello and prefers to hide.
She's just a baby, but will be 2 to 3 metres long eventually.
Lots of interesting conversations and a lot of great food. Proper traditional German Christmas food.
I cannot hear very well because my left ear is completely clogged up.
I've switched off, not even trying to understand the spoken German. I am comfortable and at peace. Comfortable with the people I eat with and enjoying the fine food and drink and company.
Dinner goes on for hours, more talking less eating. Very enjoyable.
The plan is now to go, all together to TheOne®'s older sister's house to exchange presents and sit around together, having a good time.
But first the babies must eat.
What do they eat then?
Baby mouses.
Baby mice?
Yes mice, thanks.
From where?
Frozen baby mice.
Frozen??
Frozen. Can buy it on Internet.
And then?
And then freeze it.
In your freezer?. I point.
Yes He grins.
Doesn't she object? I point to TheOne®'s sister.
Not any more. She is used to it.
She rolls her eyes. We laugh like little boys and go off to feed the babies.
How many mice can you freeze??
You get a box of 50. They need to eat only once in a week.
Rosalie instinctively tries to crush and kill the frozen little mouse before she eats it.
Her boyfriend couldn't care less. He opens up and goes for it.
Say! How do you know that Rosalie is a girl snake?
Uhh. I don't.
We both collapse on the floor laughing. I know it doesn't seem funny to you right now, but it was bloody hilarious then. Thinking that Rosalie may be a boy-snake called Rosalie. Ha ha ha... uhhh..
Oh nevermind.