Germany

Daddy Monkey and I had to go to Germany for a day to do exciting things like choosing wooden floors, lino tiles, rubber floors, ceramic tiles...

We drove past asparagus fields.

The wooden flooring company is in an old factory near Potsdam.

It looked very pretty. There was a nature reserve at the back for some kind of newts that are only local to this area.

Daddy Monkey has booked a nice car in form of a 3series BMW for us and was worried all during the flight that he would get a smaller one instead like the last few times. He was all prepared for driving another little Ford but alas it wasn't the case. We were lucky and got offered a very nice, shiny 6 series BMW cabrio. Not that we had any intention of opening the roof. Even though it got sunny around lunch time but it was proper October weather and temperatures.

Daddy Monkey was so very happy. He even got to drive it on the German Motorway.

It was very, very good to drive apparently and simply marvelous and he got to push lots and lots of buttons to adjust this and that and a lot of things you never knew that could be changed.

But we didn't fly all the way to drive nice German cars we came to look at nice German kitchens, which we did extensively.  Oh, the choices, what front, what colour, handles? And then all the accessories, oven in a drawer, oven with escalator? Black sink, white sink? Glass doors with big frame, small frame, metall frame... In the end our heads were spinning and that was even before we heard the price!

Cars for Monkeys

The Monkey car had to go into the garage for an eternity, 10 days it was there! Not there was anything too mayor wrong with it but when it was at the regular service they found an error message in the sat-nav and were very insistent on changing this. Free and all. While the little voice in my head screamed, no, never change a running system, never change a running system... I agreed. And you know? I was right of course. After trying to quickly fix it in a day they had to take the car in and they gave me this:

as a replacement. Now I don't want to complain too much, it was a nice enough car, free... Brand new with that new car smell but it was a bit on the tiny side. The car seat eventually only got into the car by brute force giving it a good hard push. Yesterday, after fiddling with the Monkey car for 10 days and with the help of Audi Germany, the mechanics accepted defeat replaced the whole navigation unit and returned the Monkey car. Which made for two very happy Monkeys. Me and Big Monkey that is. Somehow the boys aren't nearly as excited about this as we were. So far the sat-nav works, but I'm cautious. We will see. Big Monkey is delighted that she has space for her legs again and she has her own door! I am delighted about the air suspension and the strong, strong engine.

Marvelous. Isn't it sparkling, they cleaned it so well you can see the neighbour's house reflected.

I met some friends for tea this morning and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. There is nothing better than a hot cup of tea after a brisk walk through the Autumn chill. Lovely.

365 - 234 Weird things that come in the mail

Daddy Monkey has ordered this for his car when he drives in Germany. Because obviously the steering wheel on our cars are on the right which means overtaking is neigh to impossible. This mirror set is supposed to help. As you can see it comes very well described. In Russian. But no problem if you can't read this, they included a translation... into Polish! Gee, thanks.

365 - 170 Funny...

... how grumpy it makes me feel to drive a different car.


Now what is she complaining about you're asking seeing it's a nice Mercedes. It's not the car, it's a perfectly good and lovely car. It's just not mine. My snack bag isn't there or my music and the parking permit and it just feels plain weird. Mainly because it's low and my car isn't and I feel like I'm dragging my behind on the road. Everything else is so much higher. Weird... Just weird. But at least Daddy Monkey has learned that the best station on the radio is Kiss FM. So I don't feel the lack of my music as harshly any more and Daddy Monkey doesn't have to complain that I have changed everything including the radio. By the time I arrived back home I normally am quite happy driving it but still, I'm glad that tomorrow I'm back in my car. Big Monkey prefers that too. Not my music, strangely she prefers the radio. Wonder why that is?