Dear Reader,

due to the sudden overabundance of free time I seem to have suddenly aqcuired, I have spent an inordinate amount of it reading books. Unfortunately, I haven’t had the energy for anything particularly complex and thus have been re-reading my old favorites.

A few hours recently spent in the Company of Jean Webster’s “Daddy Long-legs” and “Dear Enemy” has endeared me to the Letter Novel, and accounts for the changed writing style in this blog post. (undoubtedly I will be back to normal within a few days!) Until then, I live in a haze of literary references and early 20th century clothes.

I’ve meant to write you for the better part of a week, but as usual, other things have come in between, this time mainly work and an evening course in German. My brain is still swimming with all the new German words I’m learning, but it’s too early to determine if I’ve made any Progress. I live in hope, as always.

I’ve also made an effort to meet new People, and have gone out a few times with some other Swedes here in Munich. (are you not proud?!).

I hear someone calling, I must get back to work.

Yours, more than my own,

C