This is the best evidence yet that the adults have infinite patience, but also that their brains have turned to mush.
One broadcast, two at the most, should be enough to last the entire day. But no, those old nincompoops... never mind, I've already said it all!
“Music While You Work,” the Dutch broadcast from England, Frank Phillips or Queen Wilhelmina, they each get a turn and find a willing listener.
If the adults aren't eating or sleeping, they're clustered around the radio talking about eating, sleeping and politics.
Whew! It's getting to be a bore, and it's all I can do to keep from turning into a dreary old crone myself!
Though with all the old folks around me, that might not be such a bad idea!
Here's a shining example, a speech made by our beloved Winston Churchill. Nine o'clock, Sunday evening.
The teapot, under its cozy, is on the table, and the guests enter the room.
Dussel sits to the left of the radio, Mr. van D. in front of it and Peter to the side.
Mother is next to Mr. van D., with Mrs. van D. behind them. Margot and I are sitting in the last row and Pim at the table.
I realize this isn't a very clear description of our seating arrangements, but it doesn't matter.
The men smoke, Peter's eyes close from the strain of listening, Mama is dressed in her long, dark negligee,
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