Living by the rules is a matter of general decency rather than being a square or a stick in the mud. Continue reading Them’s the rules!
Make no mistake, the last few months have been a bit of a struggle for the curmudgeon. But with a bit of luck, he’s getting back on track. Continue reading Searching for certainty in times of uncertainty
The last few weeks of 2018 have not been plain sailing. There have been reheated family feuds, ongoing worries about the welfare of my nephew on the high seas, the loss of a dear friend, and personal anxiety over B****t. The end of year quiz was a remarkably subdued affair as a result. Continue reading Curmudgeon emerges from the Funk(stille)
Perpetually scorned from the pool of survey respondees to parrot Vienna’s high quality of living, the Curmudgeon muses about the superficiality of some expats. Continue reading Only happy when they moan
With a public holiday on 26th October to celebrate the anniversary of Austria’s independence-cum-neutrality in 1955 following the defeat of the Third Reich in the Second World War and subsequent occupation by the allied powers, we decided to take full advantage of the public holiday falling on a Friday to push the boat out at Curmudgeon Heights. Usually our parties are relatively staid affairs, with … Continue reading A swinging party in the Cottage
Curmudgeon hosts some Northern Ireland fans and muses about how the UEFA Nations League works. Salvation is later found in podcast form. Continue reading Curmudgeon receives visitors
Curmudgeon tries his hand at jam-making, albeit with a distinct lack of success, apart from in expediting a thorough cleaning of the kitchen. Continue reading Curmudgeon in a jam
Curmudgeon is also not exempt from ageing, although family and friends visiting and a bacchanalian weekend do a great deal to ensure spirits are high and everyone has a very good time. Continue reading Curmudgeon celebrates a birthday
As I remarked yesterday on a tweet after putting my visitors onto the train bound for the airport, it is always good to catch up with old friends. The best thing about such old friendships, where the passing of time does little to dim the memory, tarnish the friendship, or even better allows the friendship to be renewed as though no time had passed is that they also serve as a reminder to think about things have changed.
It is the time of year when public holidays become near weekly fixtures. For the self-employed a case of famine rather than feast. The school year is drawing to an end and I am making myself useful. Continue reading Nachhilfe and Fenstertage