Munich

Just before I put the jam (strawberry) on my toast my mobile phone rang.

I could see his caller ID, he was phoning from Germany.

So, the caller was an hour ahead. But I wasn't and I was still trying to have breakfast.

Oh well, I supposed I'd better answer it.

It was the agency I contacted last week about a job in Munich.

We had another nice chat, this time about the weather. At least this time it was his phone call, not mine.

Eventually he got round to the point. His client wanted to see me.

Great. Should I break out the lederhosen and brush down my hunter's jacket?

Er, no.

Turns out the recruiter is in England next week and can see me there.

O ... K.

And the recruiter will be in ...


Bracknell.

So on Monday, I'm going to Bracknell for an interview for a job in Munich.

Ironically, when I left Munich (I used to work there) I went to work in Bracknell for a few months (although I was living in London).

First interview of the year.