Afraid that Good Friday not particularly abstemious chez nous. Last day of Alexander next door’s brief stay here, although he will be back. Think he actually doesn’t spell his name with an X in it, but then in Russian he would use the Cyrillic alphabet.
Once more, his shrubs flowering much more abundantly than ours. Think ours are suffering from lack of rain, but can’t imagine it rains more next door.
Ask him in to say goodbye, and, since he enjoys good whisky, to share a drink. And a second….