Germany - Martha

This here is my friend, Martha.

And this is her cute boy, Alessandro.

While we were in Germany we stayed at her house. It was lovely. I love having another stay-at-home mum at my side, and it was especially useful while Mike was sick. The fact that she kindly did our laundry, had a dishwasher, made us cinnamon rolls, and cooked us dinner was an added bonus.

Thanks, Martha.

Martha and me have been friends for many years, so long that is more feels like we are part of the same family. With us living in different countries we don't see each other often enough, but when we do spend time together, it is like we haven't been apart.

She is a good friend, that Martha.

Though we've also had our rough periods. Like this time with the guy.

Oh, that guy!

I had a crush on this guy. A huge crush. HUGE! Actually it was a bit embaressing, because I could not move, think or speak a full sentence in his presence. Okay, maybe embaressing is a slight understatement.

It was pretty horrific.

However, he took an interest in my friend, Martha. Not the best experience for my self-confidence. And Martha added to that by rubbing it in. Big time.

So what did I do? I painted the walls of our bathroom brown. I got my frustrations out through lots of loud music and some serious sanding.

True story.

I still have the brown bathroom to prove it.

That was also quite an ordeal because after the first coat of paint, it more looked like someone had covered the walls in poo. Not the look you want in a bathroom. I spent half a night worrying about that.

It was a very trying time for me.

Everything worked out fine though. With the second coat of paint our bathroom looked fantastic, and all was well. And after Marthas first real date with the guy, she called me up and with a very small voice asked whether she could come over.

I asked whether she would need any chocolate, which was and still is the cure for most of her problems. She said yes! She spent the next few hours on our couch, eating her way through all our chocolate.

I think that the fact that the date had been pretty horrible helped our friendship back on track. Somehow she didn't deserve to go through more after that date. I like to think that I never rubbed that in, but I am not sure. I might have done that.

Either way I really, really like the brown walls in our bathroom.