This is a new experience for me…. what with all the PR around Planet Germany, I’m used to the language of book reviews and Amazon blurb. But all of a sudden, I’ve started being written up in the popularist press.
Great PR! I’m really pleased of course.
But will I ever get used to the way I’m described in it? Mum of three Cathy Dobson. Excuse me? Isn’t the reason you’re writing the article that I’m an author? How about successful writer Cathy Dobson? Or even bestselling author Cathy Dobson?
But no… in the tabloid world I’m an appendage, apparently. Cathy moved to Frankfurt in 1991 with hubby Chris, who is from Birmingham and works as a sports journalist.
Hello! Can anyone see me? I have a career too! I run my own business! Hello….over here! Oh never mind….
One of the questions I get asked a lot since I wrote Planet Germany is whether the incidents described in the book actually happened. I mean, surely not. Nobody’s household is that chaotic.
Like the time I tried to have a party and made hot curry for an entire legion of Germans. You know, the people whose food is so bland that even a blob of mustard is considered to be scarily “scharf“.
Of course they didn’t eat it. It wasn’t an out-and-out rude refusal. They nibbled at the rice and the plain Naan bread. But the curry… no. The whole lot was left untouched by teutonic fork.
My cats, on the other hand, are made of sterner stuff. No sooner had the Germans left and everyone else had gone to bed, then the felines made a beeline for the chicken madras and the prawn vindaloo.
Things I learned that night and next morning:
- a wallpaper table can hold seven full pans of curry, no problem
- a wallpaper table cannot hold seven pans of curry and two cats without its legs buckling
- a pan of curry trebles in volume when hurled to the ground by a yowling moggie
- prawn vindaloo does very bad things to the feline digestive system
- and subsequently to the living room floor and the wallpaper
- did I mention the kitchen….