A discrete prostitute from Marseille

The 840 bus into Tyresö Centrum takes 15 minutes. It takes me about ten minutes to walk to the bus stop. The bus stops underneath the Centrum overpass and about two minutes from the entrance. It’s all very simple. I did it today.

Mirinda needed a headset so she could “walk and talk” as she calls it. She’s been using my set that I use for the Talking Newspaper but, because they are a studio set, they have a long cable which is a bit unwieldy. I said I’d go and get her a pair.

There’s an electronics shop in the Centrum and I thought this would be a good place to start. And, as it turned out, a good place to end as well. I bought a set of gaming headphones with microphone which turned out to work perfectly.

We see a lot of people walking around, talking on their phones, but they are using ear buds that depend on saturating their heads with EMF radiation. Neither of us particularly like the cancer risk so a cable is essential. There is also the benefit of the much lower price.

With headset in my hand, I decided I had more than enough time to grab a latte at Espresso House. I had to have vanilla syrup but, otherwise, it was lovely.

It was then just a matter of catching the 840 bus back. All within 75 minutes – that’s how long the bus ticket lasts.

Mirinda was pleased. I was pleased. The girls had to make do with a walk around the streets while Mirinda made a phone call.

Not satisfied with a long day of meetings, Mirinda had a guitar class tonight. This meant an early dinner, followed by a quick episode of Swedish Dicks and a quick set up for her class. I was impressed that we managed it all in time.

The kitchen/dining room is the brightest room in the house so it’s the best for Mirinda to play in. I had a WFA webinar tonight, so I was at the other end of the dining table.

Tonight’s webinar was about women spies in the Great War. It was given by Dr Viv Newman and was excellent. It makes such a change, not only having a woman presenting but also having a lecture that features both sides.

From Mata Hari to Régina Diana, from Edith Cavell to Elisabeth Schragmüller, it was a story of bravery and ingenuity. All amazing women, regardless of the side they were on.

Ignoring the part that Germany played, with regards to spying, would be like only reading every second page of a novel: you’d get the sense of the story but not enough to satisfy. Dr Newman gave a very well balanced talk which I enjoyed very, very much.

Most amazing was, possibly, the story of Belgian Marthe Cnockaert who was decorated by four countries: an iron cross from Germany then honours from France, Belgium and the UK. An incredible woman who, having survived WWI and being arrested, avoiding the firing squad in lieu of her iron cross, then released, was placed in the Nazi’s Black Book as someone to be taken out when they invaded Britain.

I then went and bought Dr Newman’s book about Régina Diana. The story of her postcards from Marseille was extraordinary as well as her description as a ‘discrete prostitute and operetta singer’.

For more information, Dr Newman’s website is here.

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