Me: We had an awful thunderstorm here in Berlin last night. I hardly slept.
Nell: Yes. Here too. In fact, David is thinking of resigning as Roofing Liaison Officer. I’m trying to persuade him to continue.
Me: Why is he resigning?
Nell: It won’t stop raining and he doesn’t like thunderstorms.
Me: Nobody does.
Nell: David says he can’t liaise when his men are at risk. You can’t roof in a storm.
Me: He has a point. Talking of risk , we are being evacuated tomorrow at 8am.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: They found a World War II bomb nearby and are going to disarm it.
Nell: What? You can’t just sit there waiting for it to explode. Go now.
Me: It happens a lot around Berlin. There is nothing to worry about. We are right on the edge of the area anyway.
Nell: David is not going to be happy about this. He has enough on his plate already.
Me: Dave never has enough on his plate.
Nell: This is not a laughing matter. Where are you going to go?
Me: To Alice’s in-laws. They live a few miles away. They are collecting us all tomorrow morning and taking us to safety.
Nell: You mean Jonathan Sky and Faye Raine are in danger too?
Me: We are not in danger. We are being evacuated until the bomb is disarmed. Well, strictly speaking both bombs are disarmed, as I’ve just heard there are two of them.
Nell: Two bombs? It gets worse.
Me: Don’t worry. I’m sure the bomb disposal team are excellent. They’ve had a lot of practice.
Nell: Thunderstorms and bombs are not the way to start a Wednesday. I will need a cup of Earl Grey and a lie down before I pass this news on to everyone.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
