As far as I know, they are presently in the Lake District, where they had planned to meet up with a German woman friend, but due to a mix-up with dates, she will not be there until next weekend, when they will be back in Germany. I have not met Thomas's girlfriend yet, but according to Thomas, she can get easily confused about arrangements like this. The last time they were in England, she noticed a sign at the side of the road saying 'No hard shoulder for 3 miles' and thought it meant 'No hard feelings for 3 smiles'. She was impressed that the traditionally unemotional Brits would give such caring advice to tired and emotional motorists.
Thomas is a dentist, and when I met him, he was training to be one. Normally, the training lasts for about 7 years in Germany, but because he kept flunking various exams, his training continued for a few years beyond that - all financed by his 'extreme rich Aunt'. I know for a fact that he is an excellent dentist now, though, so if you should find yourself in his chair, you will be in good and caring hands. He has only just started to make real money in his profession, because it has taken years to extricate himself from a partnership he formed with an elderly Hungarian, who he referred to as 'Dracula'.
Thomas first came to visit me when I was living in a one roomed cottage in a village near Bath, and he was brought over by a gay friend of mine from Hamburg. Assuming that Thomas was the latest boyfriend of his, I put them in the same bed, whilst I slept on the floor in the same room. Having spent the entire evening sampling British braun beer, then throwing up on the bonnet of a huge, 1950's American car outside the village pub (which Thomas referred to as 'a pimp's car'), I could see from the look of hatred on their faces next morning that they had not slept at all that night, and they later told me that they had never, ever, heard snoring as loud as that which I produced obliviously all night in the tiny room.
Thomas is a great person to be with, and is living proof that Germans do have a sense of humour and, quite often, very good ones at that. He is an anglophile through and through, to the extent that he is addicted to the early British TV series, 'The Avengers', and drives an original Mini, which he has spent years lovingly restoring, occasionally bringing it over to drive on British roads. One night, he and a friend were driving it on an autobahn, and his friend had donned a full-face, latex mask of an extremely elderly and witch-like hag, complete with wild hair and warts. They would cruise up alongside another car and when they were side by side, turn on the internal light of the car as Thomas's friend slowly turned and looked at the other driver. How they laughed as they saw the other car swerve all over the road in shock - apparently the mask was very realistic.
As far as non-visual jokes are concerned, I think Germans have attained the 'no sense of humour' reputation purely because of the structure of their language. British jokes depend - usually - on the last word at the end of the sentence forming the full-stop to the punch-line. In German, it is not often that this word is right at the end - it is usually right at the beginning, so there has to be a degree of cooperation between the teller and the listener.
Anyway, I had better get on with cleaning the room where they will sleep. This time, I will be sleeping downstairs on a couch - hopefully far enough away for my snoring to be unheard...maybe.