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E's back! I've been realising just how misleading or rather, unrepresentative the scribblings on the blog have become recently. See, my last major foray told you about being down at Lake Constance whereas, today, I was going to write about the last week, which I spent on holiday in Alsace. Which must lead you, the reader, into believing mine is a life of luxury and constant respite. How I wish that was correct! Well, anyway... Things have happened and decisions been made while I've been offline for a bit. We finally know where we're going to be living (and working) for the next couple of years. The place is called Ebersbach, and its a small town somewhere near Stuttgart (between Esslingen and Göppingen, for those of you in the know). Its 30-odd miles from Tübingen, where I shall be continuing my studies, meaning I will commute there. Of course we'd really hoped we might end up closer to Tübingen, but hey, at least we finally know where we're going, ending the weeks of nail-biting anxiety that went before. So, Ebersbach it is. Let's see, here's the official town link (nothing much there) and that's it, really. Hicktown! Yay. So here's where I was - or at least, the Etang de Stock in Lorraine was one the places I visited. There's a ton more stuff I'd like to tell you about, but the phone's been ringing incessantly today and is doing so as I write. Gah! The thing is, our landlady is still advertising our flat (although she's hired a realtor) in the local paper and giving people who ring her our telephone number. No, she didn't even ask whether we minded. We, therefore, have resorted to letting the phone ring, with the answer phone telling them to either call the realtor or leave a message. This in turn seems to have infuriated some of the persons interested in the flat to the extent that they've been ringing in 3 minute intervals. Which isn't fun when you haven't worked out how to set the phone to silent mode. Ah well, at least we'll be out of here soon...