The invisible wife is on overdrive these days, many shouts and horror sound-effects streaming from her windows. I never knew she spoke French as well as German, Spanish and English. She's picked up some really beautiful people recently, even Fido saunters down the street to greet me on the return rubbish run every morning.
Erich (on the other side) next door, has revealed the Holy Ghost is visiting Catalonia on Monday and therefore a holiday. An endless stream of mundane domesticity today but more worrying is the fact my spelling is getting worse and I don't even notice it on the same day...and my hip is really hurting...which it has been for months... people don't get hip replacements at 58...do they? Do I take a cab out a window already?