June! Glorious sunshine in beergardens! Glorious drenchings on the way to pubs! Glorious goths all over the place!

Visitors from Mexico, days off sick, drunken revelry for my sister's birthday, singing in choir concerts, stuffing my face with Brazilian food.

Actually, that kind of sums it all up. Briefer than brief. My lovely long weekend in Leipzig visiting Dietmar & Dirk, then proper Munich summer fun for the rest of the month.

Sod it, I'll do July then as well, seeing as I'm feeling so succinct!

I got my head scanned in an MRT tube. "Don't swallow!" they said - so of course I had to swallow about every five milliseconds. For the 50 minutes it took to do the scan. And at the end of it they said "You're fine." So I'm not about to explode? No. Yay!

I celebrated my sudden reaffirmation of unlikely deaddroppingness by popping to Paris for a weekend to catch up with Tom from Sydney and to visit Nath in Lille for her 40th and to catch up with Osama back in Paris. Ah! What a city! A joy. So many bars! So many sexy guys! Such big crêpes!

Back in Munich, the summer parties kept on coming: Marie, Corinne, Bastille Day at the Institut Français, CSD (with me swinging that bear flag like a goodun for pretty much the whole parade!), Ox Soc summer Pimms party, and Diane's fabulous birthday raclette!

And as July drew to a close, I finally started having those dinner parties my new flat has been crying out to host. Cooking up Sri Lankan curries and washing them down with copious amounts of booze. Yay!