Sunday, 13 November 2011
A rendezvous with Mrs Svobodova
Stanislav, my faithful butler, had his first date last night. I am pleased to report that the rendezvous was fairly successful despite his getting lost on the mountain and arriving an hour late. His companion for the evening, the sprightly widow, Mrs Svobodova, enjoyed an exhibition of clog dancing followed by fine feasting in the village tavern. The only hiccups of the evening were the butler's false teeth dropping in the soup and his falling asleep in the cloakroom when he went to hail Mrs Svobodova a taxi. She is thought to have got home safely.