Hang about… This isn’t post-war Vienna! No… This is the real world. This is the awful, awful reality of middle class suburbia, a place of pretensions and unrivaled snobbery, where disregard for the highway code is common and even, seemingly, permitted; where someone, somewhere nearby, always has the builders in and makes a hell of a racket at all hours of the day and night and where life makes you want to bash your head against the wall. Certainly, this is not post-war Vienna.
My eyesight is, according to the optician, 40% worse now than it was when I last had them tested… Right. That was five years ago but one of the biggest causes of that decline is the computer screen. Staring at one, every day, writing, is not good for my eyesight so for one day a week it now remains off, unpluged and in a place where I won’t be tempted to use it. But that means, that on this day, I need to find something to do with my time and one of the things I’ve started doing is handwriting a book… I’ll go more into the actual writing of it some other time but for now I want to share an extract with you. The year is 1880 and the ruling family of Ardeluta, a small kingdom in Romania, have been ousted by a populist uprising. Max Morfasson has been assigned, by her father, to protect the princess Anna. Although he does his best she is continually resisting his attempts to disguise her place in society due to a snobbish prejudice against the working class. This is from chapter 4 and both Max and Anna are heading for Max’s home in North Wales- But Anna has upgraded their train tickets from third class to first, much to Max’s despair….