Two down, two to go here in the Fatherland.
Frankfurt Messe was very busy and productive today.
Here’s we see Churchie trying to break through the language barrier. You can tell from the look on the bloke’s face opposite that Paul definitely has him gripped….
Meanwhile, Dave and I posed a bit,
spoke to a great number of distributors from all over the world,
and generally did some wheelin n dealin.
All very positive and actually very uncomplicated.
But I made a huge mistake.
And had I been able to walk the distance I would gladly have gone back in the city centre and bought those expensive football boots I spied yesterday!
Talk about wear the wrong boots! OH. MY. GOOD GRIEF.
Half way through the day, for some reason the same boots which usually serve me really well at 4-day events like the NEC,
decided to play up, and go more pointy than usual.
Or my feet swelled to twice their normal size!
By 3pm I was hobbling around; by 6pm I had passed the pain barrier, and was beyond caring.
(Still walked my 10,000 steps though. More in fact, but I’m going to add the extras to tomorrow, because tomorrow Dave has to give me a piggy back. Or Paul. I’m easy, as they say! Or they can roll me to the gig, cos I ain’t walking.)
I have to say though, we still kept laughing allllll the way home.
After the obligatory slice of Black Forest gateau in the café opposite the hotel, it was time to kick back, chat to you for five, and then turn off the light.
Tomorrow’s another day.
Have a good one, and stay warm and dry.
Love & hugs,