I am under a supreme amount of stress, due to doing nothing. I am in limboland until Monday and it is doing my head in, although thankfully not as much as yesterday when I was trying to analyse the significance, if any, of Gordon Brown’s visit to Berlin.

It is like this. My contract here ends on July 31. I have friends to visit in August, and an air ticket back to Australia.

However, I have also received an email from the head of radio, giving me some feedback on some work I did for them a little while ago and asking if I would be interested in doing more work for them. I am interested. Very much so. She wrote this email late on a Friday night, and then promptly went on two weeks holiday.

I can not discuss my interest and any potential future employment, if indeed that is what is on offer, until next Monday. Which will be 10 days before I am scheduled to leave Bonn forever, having chucked out or given away half my things, confirmed return flights and trains to Frankfurt, got my bond back from Evil pseudo-landlord, had a last fond look at the Rhine and bought a whole lot of souvenir tat to give to people at home.

I can do none of these things now because there is this tiny possibility that I am staying. I have phoned German friends who have invited me to stay and I have phoned Emirates, provider of the most expensive economy airfare ever sold, and they told me that my flight is fully flexible, so I will not be stranded and homeless.

Now I just have to wait. I am finding it very difficult. Currently the only firm plan in my life is going to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in Cologne on Thursday.