Ubermensch

Read, write, walk,  be productive, 12,000 steps. Such is the life of an ubermensch on a Saturday. I woke up (late) Saturday morning at 5:15am. It should have been 4:45am…yes I am serious. I am actually waking up at 4:45am on a Saturday to get the first train of the day to get to London, to get the maximum amount of exercise. Exercise isn’t actually that hard for me. Walking. Walking and walking. 51,000 steps without worrying about it. (60,000 however… hurt)Buying “Galentines day presents from Harrods at 10:05am and beat myself up for going to the toilet in McDonalds instead of being in Harrods by 10:00am, only to get to Kew Gardens only slightly early for my 1:30pm appointment… all that “Power girl” aura only for me to be felled by the absolutely crap state of my German….Saw a handsome man, just decided to ask him what time he was waiting for. Turns out he’s German. My German was so so bad. i.e. I can speak but I can’t understand people speaking at normal speed. (cries in lack of linguistic skills.) So like I said, all that power flowing in my veins, and I utterly fumble the bag by the absolute state of my German.

It'll be ok.

Ich bin ein Ubermensch (I am a superwoman) (Just kidding)

Grace and Courage.

Annetta Mother Smith