This is really getting scary, my dear Wiebke - the one sweet that my mother really likes is effin' licorice!!

I got my predilection for licorice and porcelain from her. If I want to see her truly ecstastic, all I have to do is give her something with crossed blue swords on the bottom for Christmas, her birthday, mother's day or some such occasion; licorice, unfortunately, is a bit easier to come by here, so she gets it herself.

Last night, she was here till half past one, wiggling her "Igelball" and trying to crack the mahjongg...

deep sigh