Familientag
This weekend we went to Oberbergishe land for the von Wietersheim family reunion. We stayed in the Malteser Kommende, which is a big hotel run by what the Knights Hospitaller eventually morphed into. It was interesting to meet all the different branches of the wife’s family, until the speeches started in an extremely stuffy dining room where you weren’t allowed to take off your jacket.
There was also a castle on the grounds which I took lots of photos of, which I will put up on Flickr.
M likes to get very dirty, so the days of occasionally skipping her bath and putting her straight to bed are well and truly behind us; especially when she gets to grips with the gravel in the car park. So here she is being washed in the hotel shower on Saturday night.
Also, why don’t people get up out of the seats (on trains) reserved for old people and those with prams, when they see one of said peoples approaching? When I have M on the train she complains about being cooped up in the pram, so I like to get her out to sit her on my lap. However I can’t just leave the pram and go into the main part of the compartment, so I need to use the part of the carriage reserved for me and those like me. Unfortunately, so often I find myself unable to sit there because of people (normally under 20) sitting there, ignoring the fact that I have a pram. I don’t ask them to move because I don’t want a refusal, because I would feel the need to haul them out of the seat by the scruff of their ignorant necks, and that is an fantasy I can’t indulge when I have a baby with me.
