AN OLDIE

 As I am away from town for a few days I'll take the chance to publish a few forgotten photos from the Queens night, it's not called like that but I cannot remember the name... *scratches her head* 

Moi, dancing with the handsome Mikk. Verona to my left, Fray Verona! She is facing Herr Cice (Oz's Dorothy) and his straw(wo)man *whispers: who was, of course, his muse, Oda*

You'll have to forgive me, I am awful with names. I have forgotten who this interesting "gentleman" is.

I do remember this one well though ;) but I won't disclose her name... I mean... his name *coughs*

Fray verona... 

I believe she is Celine? she is not in disguise but in the shadows!

the most handsome actor ever, Mikk. And a very golden moi. *takes a mental note to go on a diet, that rear challenges physics as we know them* 

I am not sure who this beauty is but the "Dorothy" behind her has impressive leg muscles! le piace la bicicleta ;) 

Daphne ... *fans herself*

Dorita as elegant and debonair as usual.

Oh this was hysterical ...

This ... I mean... Tequila with her mustached husband ... unhinged !  I have never seen so much or so long a hair in any living (or dead) creature! The Venus of Hairdo!

The dreamy Bryon *sighs*

Georgina and our handsome cigarette boy ...

The pipe gives me away... and the rear, of course...

Little yogurt... errr... I mean Edu! mesmerised, probably by the Venus of Hairdo!

My prince...ss

A folk curiosity and a dog !

*covers her eyes*

the three musketeers ...

Herr Clarrington... awake? *Connie rubs her eyes to make sure*

I think the trauma of seeing herr Cice in skirts will last me a lifetime

And then, when everyone was asleep a very secret rendezvous ... 

a lady with a foreigner in the dark ...No idea who he was. Maybe I dreamed him. Too much bubbly

Cheerio my darlings! I hope you are doing well! enjoy my Berlin for me and make sure the commies go nowhere near my properties!!

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

 

"I crossed oceans of time to find" my firend ;)... only to be booted out of my laptop. I hope this reaches you. I am now out of combat until Saturday (work) so don't expect to hear from me until then. I hope I can sort out my toy before then and that you are ok. Whatever you do, please do it indoors I don't want to return to find a frozen corpse however virtual in my rooftop.

My RL driver asked me to publish this strange message, I warned you she's gone blooming bananas lately, I won't try to make any sense of it and leave it here as instructed by her ladyship. 

Happy Wednesday, earthlings. I too shall be away for a few days, writing my next best seller, I must catch up with Frl Vorseck !! I leave my beautiful girls in the capable hands of my maid Dimple *coughs*.

Bis später !

A NEW BUSINESS AND A NEW FAMILY !!

 

I really like how it's coming along. I copied this room from my favorite Lindenwirtin in the past (I think it was when Henry was running it, but I can't remember for sure. Whoever it was, thank you, it was gorgeous. I hope I do it justice). 

Zur Lindenwirtin, the Berlin Herrenclub, has always been my favorite building in town. Who knows? maybe I've always had a certain vocation *winks*

I hope we can make it flourish again altogether, bring it as alive and bubbly as it used to be in the old times.

I had my RL driver give me a hand with the poster offering a job, it didn't turn out too bad I think : 

Of course the old gal made a typo (online?? instead of on site..) but considering how blooming bananas she is at the moment I was expecting worse.

While I finished decorating the herrenclub, I spotted Herr Osterham in his silver bird. Such handsome ... aircraft! 

Is it me or we all look younger by the minute here? That might explain why everyone wants to live in Berlin these days...

My most favorite word-rival's views from her new apartment, she has moved into Amelie and George's old apartment at the very top of that fancy block by the cinema. It's so sad ... still I am very glad it will be Gyna taking it over.

And there's also been changes in my house in "Lesbensstrasse". I should say 'our house' probably now. 

So, I have moved the office to my bedroom.

...the reason being, of course, our new residents ! Meetha and Ash, my daughters. I am a mom... mother... *shakes her head, still unable to believe she is indeed a mother*. In the end I have decided to prepare them a room in both houses. I want them to be with me wherever I go!! it's a working process, I would like them to chose the furniture themselves. I hope they are very happy. Ash is very expressive and sweet, she seems very excited. Meetha is more reserved, it's hard to know what's going on in that pretty head of hers. I can't wait to spend precious time with them both. 

and that's all for now my darlings. 

have a beautiful rest of the day night ! and remember ... 

EARLY FLOODING

 

When your city suddenly vanishes from the map because you forgot to turn off the taps in the bath overnight… and now the whole of Berlin has sunk into the sea.

Herr Cice rightly pointed out that Tiergarten remains untouched—naturally, the rich always know where to buy property, just like in real life. *winks*

Thankfully, my two new daughters (and Batman, our new dog) can swim, though Ash washed up in a weird place, surrounded by strangers, wearing only her underwear. *shakes head*

No word from my maid yet, but I’m sure she’s fine. As we say back home, “nasty bug never dies.”

Happy Wednesday, earthlings!

안녕 !! <3 

MOONSTRUCK

 

When you experience something you never knew you needed ... and then you can't pull your mind away from it... *sighs* 

Also... I got myself the best two kids in the world !!! I am about to become a mom for real and without losing a mm of waist. 

happy Tuesday, Berliners. xx 

PS - leaving one wall at least free of clutter in case I get seconds *giggles*

FUCKED TIMES COMING IN BOTH WORLDS BUT...

 

There is still music and rum and coke (whatever that is, my RL driver swears by it. In fact, she is just indulging in it after a f...ed up week at work. Until it arrives here I will settle for whiskey on the rocks or on the sand, or on the tiles, or on the wood, or on the snow...) The b**tch is torturing me, she hates that I have an easy life while she sweats every penny she earns out there. So instead of letting me listen to music while I enjoy myself in the keller, the b**tch makes me endure this thing (I wouldn't even call it a song). I mean... what do those boys mean ? the lyrics don't make any sense! not to talk of the noise around them! 

I think she has gone blooming bananas. It is understandable though... listening to "music" like that... Though I do get the fascination for the boys, men in the future look like pretty girls! something to look forward to, if nothing else.

nighty night peeps!

PS _ keep on dancing no matter what, one day we won't be able to yes or yes sadly. love xx Connie

ACCIDENTAL ANIMATIONS IN BOTH WORLDS

 

Clarrington is back, and this time, he's added a new twist to his narcolepsy: now his arm stays stuck in the air, like... well... THAT salute we all wish to forget.

Much like a certain character in my RL driver's world, Clarrington insists this has nothing to do with his political affiliations.

Maybe the RL avis are also dealing with animation glitches right now! Hopefully, that’s all it is—because if not, my RL driver’s ’20s and my own might end up spiraling into the same catastrophic outcomes.

 

And Dora, just because. Isn't she gorgeous?

Happy week my earthlings! more later xx

THE KDP AND SOME VETERANS

Coming back from ... coming back, I caught sight of some event happening by the KDP HQs. Of Course, having something to do with the reds, it couldn't be anything good, so I parked my motor car and headed that way. 

 

Sadly, by the time I made it there, the veteran's protest had already ended. So I decided to interview the commies for their side of the story. Things got heated when I held on to their filing cabinet to regain my balance ... errr ... only to find out it was the door to a secret passage. When I tried to get some sort of explanation from them I only got threats and a lot of attitude. I eventually ended up being locked behind the secret door. By the time they let me out I was so out of it I drove onto a lorry. Luckily a group veterans came to check I was OK. Thank goodness there are still some manners in this world of ours! Wait for the article in the Tageblatt, commies!

We had a full house at the keller after that cough cough

Frau Jo very pleased with herself.... a lot of money to be made at long last.

My sources sent word (and a photograph) of a mysterious figure in the night while we all got hammered... merry I mean. Apparently he is some Huxley, not THE Huxley, sadly. My RL driver would love to meet the gent.

Is it me or the men on the poster seem to be mocking the mysterious Huxley?

When I left the Keller I found Herr Cice, one of the commies, had blocked my way with his horrid red wheels. I naturally tried to drive over it. Only fair...

Another for the road... to bed.

And, don't forget.... 

YEP YEP

 

Milk Wood (and Book Club|), A rare bastion of sanity in both worlds