Anna dear,
So glad that you are doing well, and must say when I popped in to visit you this morning, I was delighted to find you daintily eating your breakfast off Limoge and that very nice Cossack pouring your tea. GD Janet looks a little worse for wear from her tireless nursing duties on your behalf. What a sterling example of selfless devotion she is to you, as well as the dishy Cossack.
Tonight is the Baron's Thursday Poker Night, so Tsar Doug will be happily playing poker, eating coldcuts and smoking cigars with the rest of the Tsarkoe Selo Pokerboys.
You must plan to be up and around for Ritka's theatrical debut. She of course got the role because of her inborn and unmistakable Claimant Royalness. It is true, the Royal is different...something in her air, her deportment, her very being...the hard part for her was convincing the theatrical people that she could play a squashed cabbage leaf!
As you can imagine, my dear Belle Mere vonCrankypants, AKA The MotherInLaw, is driving me to distraction. Only three days, six hours and four minutes until she departs. She could, as they say, fly home. And not need a plane ticket, if you get my drift. Oh well, one must be grateful that she lives in another time zone and only visits twice a year.
Caio for now dearie, GD Melissa & the dear doggies