With our emigration date - Jan 29th - rapidly approaching, I am beginning to feel like one of the POWs in those Stalag movies of yesteryear. You know the genre. Determined POWs start tunnelling under their hut and after many months they calculate they are outside the barbed wire boundary fence. Poor bastards, covered in sweat and grime, physically exhausted and struggling for oxygen finally reach exit point. Gently they dig upwards until a little breath of air establishes they are through. Slowly they widen the hole only to find the barrel of a Mauser pointing down at them. "Not so fast, Britisher, Herr Colonel Krupp would like to speak with you."
However even if I have to postpone our departure date, I WILL make it.
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