So Many Wars and So Little Time

 

How is life going, you say? Simply spiffing! I’ve somehow managed to reclaim my motorcar from the chap I foolishly sold it to *winks* and it seemed a capital idea—until my Gyna reminded me that now he can spot me tooling about town. sighs theatrically

Who is he in the photo you ask? An old friend, a proper gentleman, and, by sheer coincidence, the British consul. He’s regaled me with so many war stories I might just attempt to pen them—once I figure out how to write without tripping over my own inkwell, of course.

I’ve been in hiding these last few days, like a cat avoiding the dog, making sure the actual owner of my beloved car doesn’t stumble upon me. Fear not! I shall reappear soon. For now, I feel like a tinned sardine in this grimy little hole I’ve the misfortune to call home.

Cheerio, my darling Berliners!

xx
Connie