natasha's diary

I have discovered that first thing in the morning, before anything, a drop of first-class Balsamic vinegar wakens the tongue and brain wonderfully. Why is this not known generally?

I want a new job. Perhaps I could import bicycles. Hans tells me there is a shop in Amsterdam, that bicycle-mad city, that imports the bicycles issued to the Swedish Army--great tank-like things--and paints them psychedelic colors. Just the thing for the new breed of bicycle messengers. Also, the Danes are making a bicycle whose chain and cables are all inside the frame. I'd get a smart architect to design the shop. "Cycles by Natasha".