Up, Sit, then develop a cough about ten minutes into the Sitting and have to flee. Breakfast, shower, Stuff.
At 11:00 there’s House Work: I sweep the stairs, entrance hall and, because I’m getting carried away, Ballroom. There is some small work on …evil….
I set up for lunch, then we eat it.
After Lunch there’s House and Garden Work and I have to weed, concentrating on an area where I find it difficult to tell which plants we wish to keep and which to eradicate. I begin with the definite non-keepers, but the area is still diversely green. I look at the areas that Ruth and Christian are working on and they’re almost weed-free. Hmm. I learn mainly practical things from gardening, such as that that thing they say about grasped nettles not stinging isn’t true. Perhaps I misunderstood that one. I have to go in and weed on a lettuce-by-lettuce basis, which is a bit slow.
Tea; biscuits; conversation.
At a quarter to five we have a Circle with Mikael, and then a short meeting with Ruth.
We are seven for dinner, as Mariana has appeared, as has the Director. The team gathers in the Ballroom and go and perform for them. It was I that hit the lamp.
After Dinner I wash up the dishes, although by the completion we are all in there with the exception of Christian, doing something. An instant different dynamic on the evening off, even before the dishes are dry.
I attempt to return the lamp to the wall. I do not succeed.
After this we set off to see the Kieler Woche. It being Sunday night it’s not packed out, but there are many stands selling food and alcohol, a few rides (one of these involves strapping two people into a gigantic catapult and jettisoning them hundreds of feet into the air. because the number of riders is so small this apparantly costs a lot of money. My verdict? "No. No, no, no, no, no; no no no. No? No." There is also a platform attached to another crane which people are bunjie jumping from. My verdict? See above.
I wander off with Ignacio.
Lots of bands, all of them tribute/covers bands, except perhaps the salsa band. I couldn’t tell, really. There’s the 60s covers band near the Halle 400, over the footbridge in the main town there’s a Queen group (the singer is a 6/10 Freddie Mercury, with the teeth and everything, the guitarist looks like he’s been rejected from a hair metal band, but has the right kind of guitar, the keyboard player just looks like a reject from a hair metal band. The bass player is dressed as a gladiator); There’s the Bad Bobs, playing Stevie Wonder and soul covers by the Bahnhof to an audience that might generously be called transient and less generously called totally uninterested; There’s a duo playing unidentifiable material to absolutely no one in one of the town squares. The woman is playing a black Ovation, but I think that’s as kindred as I’m going to get.
Back again near Halle 400, there’s the highlight of the evening: the Pink Floyd covers band. Not really a tribute band, except in a confused way (the "David Gilmour" looks like Tony Levin; the "Roger Waters" looks like… well a standard bass player in German heavy rock band, I suppose. He’s got Waters’ vocal technique down very well, though, which is quite a strange thing to expend energy on). There is a saxophone player intently scanning the crowd for some means of escape. While we are there, the play one of the tracks from the most recent album, Wish You Were Here, Us and Them and a bunch of tracks from The Wall. Oh, and Money, with the frankly unexpected reggae section. On the whole they manage to convert Pink Floyd material into wholly uninspiring generic rock. The audience seem to be enjoying it, though, depite the fact that you can see your breath in the air (ah! these balmy Schleswig-Holstein summers!). Behind us a large man and a small woman are involved in an attempt to suck each other’s life force out through their mouths. Or perhaps it’s esoteric dentistry.
At the front of the crowd someone is waving their crutches.
We walk back to the House, then go to a local kebabberie, where Ignacio has something with meat and I have something without. Then back to the House, again. I drink a cup of tea and eat a Bounty bar.
Then to bed.