Letters from my cottage in England, Part 5 All hell has broken loose in the Forum. It's about religion, politics and sex. The only thing missing is money. As I still keep to the old adage of not discussing money, religion and politics during meal times (the Germans perhaps didn't know about sex in those days) and I stay out of this ‘word fest'. Some time ago, during another heated discussion about privacy, Steve compared LingQ to a banquet: we all were guests and everyone could see the delicious food and drink his seating partners chose. Everyone would take part and everything would be out in the open. That obviously also led to a lively exchange of posts.
You were right, by the way, even it was terribly rude of you to mention my weight to me. My spare tyre does need addressing. I shall hop onto my trusty steed in a minute. I don't want to overdo it, though; once cycling round the block should be enough for the time being, I don't want to hurt myself! That reminds me of something: one of my neighbours injured himself rather spectacularly when he was changing his bed linen. He was about to pull the sheet nicely taut and put his hand rather deeply between the frame and mattress. Unfortunately he neglected to take his ring finger along. At the hospital they told him that this sort of injury would happen quite frequently in winter when women were trying to adjust something in their tight high boots. Ouch!!
There's been a development in our scandal. I might tell you about it in my next letter. Till then!
