Lunch on the Balcony, Part 2
Lunch for a hard-working blogger At lunchtime yesterday, Irena and I were sitting on our balcony (the one next to her music room). It was a wonderfully sunny day with lots of trees in blossom and not a cloud was in the deep blue sky. We were having a good glass or two of white wine (in case you were wondering, it wasTargowischter Eselsmilch, about 2 leva a bottle) with some cold chicken, humus and salad. It was a bit bizarre and you might say that in some ways it was almost obscene, having such a good scoff and listening to Irena’s Clavinova quietly tinkling in the background, playing some old piano tunes, while all over Europe this dreadful Coronavirus disaster goes on and on. I felt a bit like Vincent Prince, playing Prince Prospero in The Masque of the Red Death. A View from a Balcony (not a Bridge) As for the U.S. of A., my guess is that it is going to be much, much worse. They have an idiot in charge of the country, President Chump, and their health system only ...