I finished day one’s blog by saying tomorrow could prove interesting.
Well I wasn't wrong.
In fact, it was more than interesting.
It could indeed prove to be a major day in the way the forthcoming season plays out.
However there were certain happenings during the day that will have no effect whatsover on the season ahead other than maybe being one of the low points.
The day started with the sun blazing through the window far too early for my liking given the time we got to bed in the early hours.
But no real complaint as weather wise it was the high point of the day as the clouds soon set in and dominated an albeit dry and pleasant day.
Immediately after breakfast, the group were split up between those who would have a training session on the pitch and those who would undertake a gruelling bike ride through, it has to be said, beautiful countryside.
I pass that information on to you second hand, for I was detailed by Uwe to perform an equally demanding task, that of looking out for and welcoming two special guests.
The first arrived just prior to midday after a four hour drive cross country from Munich.
Daniel Müller is his name and he currently plays for Bayern Munich.
A goalkeeper, his claim to fame is that at 6 foot 9 inches, he is one of the tallest players in the world.
I'm not too sure getting Sam Saunders to introduce him to some of the players and Jake Reeves standing next to him in the queue for lunch were the best ideas, but in fairness he also dwarfed Simon Moore.
He has been invited by the gaffer to join the squad at the training camp so as to get a better look at him.
At 6 foot 9 inches he should be pretty easy to pick out.
About an hour or so later the squad was further increased when international winger Martin Fillo arrived.
He had flown in from the Czech Republic where he plays for Gambrinus Liga side Viktoria Pizen.
Gambrinus Liga is the Republic’s top division.
He too was invited by the gaffer to join us (that is the royal us) for training although Uwe has prior knowledge of his ability from when they were both in Norway.
My opportunity to complete a rare hat trick was fulfilled later in the afternoon when I was asked to meet our latest signing who was flying in to Leipzig at 7pm.
But first I had to endure 90 minutes of sheer hell.
No, I wasn't expected to watch a QPR match video.
I had to be driven to Leipzig Airport by the same driver who the night before had met the gaffer who had flown in later than us from a scouting mission.
He regaled us with stories of his nailbiting, high speed journey, and now he expected me to endure the same for club and country (well not really country).
However I did, which meant I was able to meet Will Grigg off of the 18.50 from Heathrow via Stuttgart.
What a delightful guy and what a capture which speaks volumes of the ambition of the Club.
The ensuing 90 minutes was most pleasurable as we chatted non-stop, if only to take our minds off of the journey.
We arrived back around 20.45 giving me the chance to introduce Will to some of the staff and players before enjoying a sandwich and introducing Will to his room mate Farid.
I was quite proud of my choice of room mate for Will when he told me on route that he had been to Morocco twice in recent years for a holiday.
My only disappointment on day two was the fact that my journey to and from the airport meant I had missed the time honoured tradition of first timers having to stand on a chair and sing a song.
I had missed five in total.
Not that I actually wanted to hear them sing as that can be as "interesting/entertaining" as watching the early rounds of X Factor.
No, what I do find entertaining is the other players reaction to it as they quickly forget how rubbish they were themselves when they did it (with the odd exception, none of which spring to mind).
Alan McCormck was first up apparently and sung the recent hit - Molly Malone.
Jack Bonham followed up with Wonderwall (a regular first timers choice) whilst young George Saville gave his version of Ain't No Mountain High Enough.
Martin Fillo then gave a faultless version of a Czech favourite which unfortunately nobody joined in with, and the show was brought to a disappointing end when Daniel Müller sung a German favourite which faded after three verses.
Needless to say the only person aware of this fact was Uwe, not to mention the bemused catering staff, and the gaffer has subsequently demanded that Daniel must repeat his performance again to his satisfaction (although I'm not too sure that's the right word in this instance).
And so to bed.
Peter Gilham, Brentford FC Player Liaison Officer