Continuing The Celebrations

We didn't go anywhere last night - I was way too tired after work, so we'll be heading out tonight to a restaurant.

And when we get back, we can enjoy this in the garden with the last of the light.

I know that this makes us really lucky.  Really, really lucky.

The following makes me deeply uncomfortable.

Our house acts as a delivery point for virtually all the delivery drivers that visit our street.  The drivers are usually not German and have only a basic grasp of the language.  We've had neighbours come to us and wonder why the driver didn't ring their bell as they've been home all day.  

One arrived today and asked G "Can you speak Englisch?"  G's Englisch is really, really excellent and she said "Yes".  The poor bloke (from DHL in case you wondered) then asked in really broken Englisch if he could have a glass of water.  

Of course he was given a glass of water.

I think that is horrible.  Poor bloke, delivering parcels for probably 12 hours a day, only getting paid the minimum wage for 8 of them and unable to speak the language, and doesn't have the wherewithal to organise a bottle of water for himself.  

That isn't a job, that's some kind of Hell.