Change

It's strange how things change around here. One minute it's just the two of us - Daniel and I and the water-deficient plants, late nights, eating out, the next minute I am getting used to Tobi being home when I get back, cooking dinner, making us a Mojito or gin tonic. Oh yes, did I mention that the laundry is miraculously done and the floors mopped during the week? And now, Tobi's leaving us on Saturday, no more bratkartoffeln or BBQs down by the pool, no more half naked brother nagging that I don't wash the dishes properly or that my part-time helper deserves to be fired for not cleaning the German way. Oh yeah, and no more spaghetti bolognaise, best I've ever had, and I do not like spaghetti bolognaise.