So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, goodbye,
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye,
Good bye.


Auf Widersehen to you, our Dear Archduke.  May you flit, and float, and fleetly flee to a more pleasant realm than this one.

So, then.  That's one down and... some number left to go.  What a right, ruthless group of sinners we have here.  I'm not even IN the game and I'm dizzy from spinning this way and that in a vain attempt to quell this itching in the middle of my back.

Running down the leader board of our very own Masters tournament (with bonus Fun with Numbers!)


Italy claws his way to the tenuous summit, taking one dot each from Russia and Turkey for a new total of Eight... is Enough?

Russia takes two new dots! ...Vienna and Norway.  Russia loses two old dots ... Budapest and Sweden.  Russia stays even, on Seven ... Deadly Sins.

France sends Walloons to Wales, or tries to.  No luck this time, monsieur.  Six ...
Feet Under.

Germany makes like a jackalope and bound, bound, REBOUNDS his way back to Five ... For Fighting.

Witch 1 is it?  Turkey changes direction.  Again.  Again, again?  I've lost track. 
Unfortunately for our Sultan, it would seem that both Russia and Italy saw it coming.  Four ... Emily, Whenever I May Find Her.

Witch 2 were here.  England hold the home isle safe, while swapping naughty Nords for sexy Swedes.  Four ... Your Eyes Only.

RETREATS:
Russian A Budapest can retreat to Galicia or OTB.
English F Norway can retreat to Skagerrak or Norwegian Sea or Barents Sea or OTB.

ADJUSTMENTS:
France has the night off.  Everyone else owes me adjustments, or retreats, or both.

NEXT DEADLINE:  Friday, April 15, at 16:00 Eastern US time.