Here I am in Berlin in this incredibly badly thought out Booking.com room in Pankow.
There were no sheets on my bed when I arrived, as it was booked for 2 so the cleaner only made up 2. There’s a thing in Germany where they have two single duvets on double beds, so when I messaged the host, she angrily pulled one duvet from the double bed and threw it up into this jungle single next door. I’m sleeping in top of an undersheet that has clearly been there for multiple guests. I’m giving Rhys the good bed tonight though as he supervised the loading. He has a peculiar OCD that balances my expedience very well. It was his day as lead as I know he will be slower on the load than me. He’s had the shit bed every other night. He supervised an excellent load and I sleep in his weird jungle thing.
Max joined us and lent a hand. He’s an actor I worked with on a Rosamund Pilcher TV movie maybe a decade ago. He’s 62 now and I think he was just coming to terms with not being the romantic lead when I met him.
I love working with actors. Yes, sure it is my world, but I swear to god you get a better quality of available person by having that network. Vocational people… and if they chose to they could do extremely well in fiscal jobby things. They choose not to. So they can come and help carry a sofa down stairs, or they can sell that sofa, or write a description of the sofa, or customise it into a vehicle, or fall asleep on it. Largely they’ll try their hand and not be fazed by the unknown. Cos the unknown is our home. “You’re a butcher.” *Learn butchery* “You’re a politician,” *Study people in office* We mimic and we learn. “You’re a removal man.”
We have done well. We will continue to do well. Who knows if we will make budget, accommodation is much more expensive than I anticipated. Tonight is the most expensive stay I’ve had so far and it has been the jankiest. €250 for a dodgy mess of a place. But in Berlin.
We went out briefly. We saw the town. Much was good. And now it is bedtime.
AlBarclay 