Overheard at Chez Keilholtz

I did not prompt Amalia, and, in fact, have never used this term, so you can imagine my pride when she asked, "where is Britainistan?"

I answered, "it is not quite there yet, but it will be unless the Englisch ever become men."

Amalia, replied, "but where is it?"

"Oh, it's on some insignificant rocks off the coast of France. Great place for Luftwaffe practice."

"Stop," Melanie, who has sympathy for those devils, interjected.

Yet, before she could launch her defense of Stilton and Churchill, Amalia pulled a cloth over her head, chadoor style and said, in a proposterous faux-Victorian Queenie accent, "we are in Britainistan!"

Remind me to award her an Iron Cross, First Class.