Thursday, 20 April 2017

We marched them up to the top of the hill

In the manner of a Donald Trump armada the Battle of Möckern did not turn out exactly as billed. Some unspecified bacterial unpleasantness has broken out in the vicinity of the legendary wargames room and James was prevented from leaving his house by crowds of pitchfork-waving locals shouting "Unclean! Unclean!".  I myself have my own troubles - in addition to the still ongoing effect of recent events - in that the boiler is on the blink. A plumber has been, but departed muttering about a spare part. Before he came there was no heating, now there is no hot water either; I suppose that is progress of a sort.

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