Hello people, it’s done. the chaos – day is over and I’m still alive. No, the first May was not my day at all. In the morning OHL throws me out of bed, the course is set. Days that start before lunch, that can be nothing. At least the weather over Central Europe gives rise to hope, the next low blow follows standing feet. Chef wants to become acquaintances, Mrs. Boerweile and Mr. Biedermann, grillem in the garden is called. On the other hand, so barbecue party against convertible. So hopefully the ride will be a bit funny. Funny? Thought, after a few meters the first real zoff. “Where is the wind bulkhead?”. Alzheimer, I thank you, it is at home where it belongs. Chef is angry, I am happy about the free anti-dandruff cure, and already the next mishaps. At the intersection right instead of left, the general staff surprisingly (still) in peace. My attempt to save the day ends in Dis Aster. Instead of coal steaks from the ICH-SCHLAF-GLEICH-EIN family on their saubequem BauhausplastikgartenFive-euro special offer chairs, there are Picnic from the tank in a dandelion field.