My worst fears

Last Wednesday I discovered the Secret Service were at work in the area disguised as "European Mole Research". Now they have found me and are advancing towards the house. The second molehill nearer the house appeared after I spotted the first one and returned an hour or so later to photograph it.

I thought I was a Whistleblower rather than a Mole. Mole's don't reveal their identity. The person who reported on a Frenchman leaving his chateau/palace by moped to visit an aquaintance in her nearby pad is a mole. If I was to claim I know an Englishman Bliper living near Paris who jumps on his John Deere lawn tractor to visit the comtesse in her neighbouring chateau, then I would be a Whistleblower. It's dangerous to be a Mole in the above said Englishman's garden, he blows them up with dynamite so I certainly wouldn't say such things about him, whether as mole or whistleblower.

Angie called early afternoon to say she was on her way home from Munich having closed a finger in the car door this morning when at the railway station. It got worse during the morning, the company's nurse insisted she went to a doctor and he in turn insisted she went to a surgical specialist who did an X-Ray. Luckily nothing broken but this evening it's still throbbing when she doesn't hold it up in the air.

Comment on the German Health Service - there are often claims that normally insured persons are not treated as well as those who opt for the private insurance. Complicated to explain the difference as they are often intertwined. The best possible time to have an accident is on your way to/from work or at work. All employees are then covered by "workers insurance" and as soon as the doctors hear that they drop everything, roll out the red carpet and have a glass of champagne for you. You don't even get to see a waiting room. So Angie at least had 1st class treatment to make up for the pain!