Bored teenager at the Ishtar Gate. “Yeah…whatever…s’alright” A day of culture for the family today and already teenage son, Rory, is pulling a face. Gone are the days when we could take him to...
Mum’s Gone to Berlin – Rain at the Reichstag
It’s raining. That persistent drizzle, not heavy enough for an umbrella but the sort that leaves your hair frizzy and your demeanour miserable. I’m not good with rain. I’m not that good with cold...
Mum’s Gone to Berlin – coffee and keycards
Marx, Engels and Husband! 20 years after the fall of the Berlin wall seems a fitting time to visit the city and encourage a sense of history in our teenage son. Mind you, bargain...