Today is Monday, the 12th of November 2018.
Kylie is calling from Delaware. Nobody will believe that we are really here if you do not tell them from which town we are calling, the llama shouts in the background. And I can hear Kylie frown. Kylie says she is calling from Dover. No way, the llama protests. Here are no white cliffs and we are not in the South East of England. OK, Kylie says, our next stop will be Wilmington. She is not making it any better, the llama cries. Be more specific, woman. Way more specific. Kylie is sighing. She is going to ignore the llama for the rest of the day. She is going to concentrate on her appointment for the evening although the animal is insisting on calling it a date. She met this gentleman, Thomas West, the 3rd Baron De La Warr. Old European nobility, she thinks. Lower nobility perhaps, but still nobility. And the llama insists on calling him a mummy …
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