On being a grumpy old man/father
Here in Bavaria the summer holidays are coming to an end. And just in time as well. I snapped at my 15 year old today. She left her public transport ticket at home but only told me as the tram was pulling into the stop. I fumbled with the buttons on the ticket machine, blinded by the glare of the sun, before I gave up. I grumpily pressed 10 Euro into her hand and told her to buy lunch from the supermarket and I would go into the inner city and our favourite cafe on my own. Feeling guilty right now sitting in the shade and just having finished my coffee and an excellent plum tart/pie with a soft and luxurious short crust pastry.