It all started very innocently this morning, sunrise drive to the Tiergarten to inspect my new land. The builders haven't arrived yet so it's just a lot of ... grass. While next door my most "hated" writing rival, Gyna, enjoys 2 plots exuding luxury. Then breakfast at the Kranzler while Berlin slept still.
But on my way home, who turns up brandishing a sword? A commie of course! these bloody leftists know nothing of common curtsy. Her Cice's first visit to my imposing abode, and neighbourhood, and he points his thing at me. I didn't take it sitting down and drew my laser gun, zapping him into oblivion...I thought. Perhaps I should have taken it sitting down after all, or even lying face down on the floor, considering what Herr Cice pulled out next ...
Yes, it was indeed a bazooka he kindly shot at me, well, at my whole property. My Landlady is not going to be a happy bunny.
The moral of the story is... move to a gated community. And if you can't, just praise the size of their metal and invite them to a cup of tea and a tour of your property. Don't go pointing any type of weapon at them!!
PS- My Gy... my "most hated" rival, Gyna also visited, but I was too busy squeezing her hand under the table to remember taking a photo of the three of us together.
