Dear Diary,
I find myself back in Holland.
I was unceremoniously carried from the Schloss and bundled into a carriage by Frau Gimpel herself, whence two unfriendly fellows, possibly Frau Gimpel's less manly brothers, have escorted me, through the night, to the Dutch border, where I was left by the roadside with my baggage.
I wandered into a town early this morning and have asked if anyone has seen a Ben DeKok, but most people have just hurried on about their business and ignored me. The only fellow to engage me and who spoke any passable English, just looked at me for a few seconds and then said "Ooh, you are awful, but I like you!" and pushed me to the ground.
I managed to find a cart that was heading towards the coast, with two dead pigs trussed up in the back. The Farmer patted the seat beside him but I could smell him from quite some distance, so chose to travel with the pigs instead. I know not how far there is to go to the coast yet, but am forced to sleep tonight in the barn, of an acquaintance of the odorous pig farmer. I never knew cows were so full of wind.
This is not the adventure I had envisioned!
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
3 comments:
Dear Wayne,
That is 24 hours or 1440 minutes or 86,400 seconds of waiting.
Horologically yours,
B.
My dear Mr 'Moose'
You have a lot of spare time don't you?
Yours teasingly
Wayne Austen
Dear Wayne,
Just the anticipatory calculation of your return to while away the hours.
Computationally yours,
B.
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