I know I haven’t been here in a while, unfaithful me. But now Mr. Lehart sent me a friendly letter, I scraped together quite some euros and postal-money-ordered them away, and am sitting there like waiting for christmas, that the bell will finally sound and the doors to the christmas room open. Would this parcel please drop out of the air into my loving, caring hands RIGHT NOW?
Sorry. I’m calm and relaxed.
cries softly
Sonja
