an Englishman's home

It is a source of some amusement among my friends here that, despite having lived in Munich for over six months, my flat still has a somewhat - ah - minimalist flavour.  This is because I ran out of money to buy furniture with.  Am cheered to read in the Times today I am not the only one. 

Furniture is bourgeois anyway.  I have:

- 2 lamps in rose and gold wild silk
- an orange sofa I think is really cool and nobody else likes
- a birdfeeder
- an IKEA sleeping mat
- a shower curtain with pictures of hunky men on it
- 1 pan

It's all going to be OK, though - my professor kindly donated a chair, a computer desk and a harp carpet;  my neighbour equally kindly a windowbox;  and Tom splashed out on a folding plastic chair and a second pan.

What on earth does he want to cook that needs more than one pan?