Monday, 11 April 2022

Herr Clarrington's Eggs

 Easter is here and this year Clarringon has set up a maze in the little park close to the Hof. I managed to get in an out without any help before Christmas, quite an achievement for somone able to get lost in a glass of water and celebrated my achievement by spending a few marks in delicious Clarrington's candy.





Herr Alf was there, Kohonnen? I never remember his surname but it sounds an awful lot like a very bad word in Spanish.

Herr Clarrington wore a mask that made him look like a very confused bunny—can't say I blame him, these times are enough to confuse the sharpest of bunnies.

 I hope you are all well and happy, Berliners.

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