So, Brona & I went out shopping this morning – most succcessfully. As we were walking from the U-Bahn to the shop, my (not quite dry) hair froze – literally, froze solid! We spent ages in Hertie at Stachus, and I got a very pretty dirndl. I tried on a ridiculous number of them, but I’m really delighted with the one I got, and hopefully I’ll get plenty of wear out of it!
(Colm doesn’t like it – he thinks it looks like a costume for a play.)
We popped by H&M to look for jeans for Brona, but they were all designed for six-foot anorexics, so we gave up and headed to Kilian’s, where Nicola & Emer were working, for a drink and a quick bite. Thus fortified, we headed back out, and found two pairs of jeans in C&A. I got myself some gloves-cum-mittens, and some really fabulous pink furry mittens, for a tenner. A brief look through Viktualienmarkt revealed nothing that looked vaguely like rashers, so we headed home.
There are so many police out today, it’s ridiculous. There’s a protest going on, because there’s a big security (NATO-stylee) conference here, but the protesters look so stoned that they couldn’t possibly cause trouble – and it really does seem like there are two police officers for every non-police person. My theory is they’ve gotten all the out-of-work actors in the country, and herded them down here, dressed in Polizei uniforms. There really are that many of them. And one police vehicle (car, riot van, paddy-wagon) for every two policemen, it seems… Madness.
So what is a dimdi?