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I am chuffed by Loose Poodle's praise, but heed a comment's caveat that TwTwTw "tells me more about the harp than I particularly wanted to know." 

What can I write about that isn't about harps?

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I did buy one of those little hanging bird feeders for my balcony, hoping for a few green and gold feathered friends who would perhaps perch tamely on my finger and sing Messiaenically.  It had only been up a day when word got round and now scores of huge Bavarian tweeters splat in for breakfast, lunch, dinner and tea.  I am getting through 2 kilos of sunflower seeds a week.  I have also learnt that, while the German word for "tit" is, indeed, "Tit", in an avian context you need "Meisen".

A propos the awful german language, if you are feeling unwell because of a bad reaction to tablets, you should tell your professor it is because of "Medikamente".  Not "Drogen".  "Drogen" is cocaine and so forth.  It is a good job I am unembarrassable. 

Other than that, last night I went to a cracking harp concerto (well, flute and harp - or "flat and sharp", as we say in the biz) at the Residenz;  tomorrow I'll play (the harp) in a concert;  on Sunday I'm going to Bonn with a friend to help her buy a harp; on Tuesday we return and I will do Alexander technique to help me play the harp;  on Wednesday I'll alphabetise all my harp music and send off applications to get paid for playing the harp;  on Thursday my lesson will filmed for German TV so I'll buy new make-up to wear whilst playing the harp; on Friday I'll fly to England, to give harp classes.

Ach, it's not a job, it's a way of life.