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Today begins the annual ritual of coping with the Polish Brigade tm solo.
Mrs Z is making her annual pilgrimage to Warsaw and then on to other places such as Kzxwcyzwxcyz and other unpronounceable pieces of Poloniana. It means that I shall be the only grumpy old sod in the place, and the herd of elephants effect amongst the other denizens will now increase for a month.
I fully expect to bump into the occasional unexplained male, too. As part of the annual pilgrimage, it seems that there is a reciprocal inundation of blokes. Ahem.
Out with the pith helmet and elephant gun, then.
The new kettle works splendidly, by the way.
Mrs Z is making her annual pilgrimage to Warsaw and then on to other places such as Kzxwcyzwxcyz and other unpronounceable pieces of Poloniana. It means that I shall be the only grumpy old sod in the place, and the herd of elephants effect amongst the other denizens will now increase for a month.
I fully expect to bump into the occasional unexplained male, too. As part of the annual pilgrimage, it seems that there is a reciprocal inundation of blokes. Ahem.
Out with the pith helmet and elephant gun, then.
The new kettle works splendidly, by the way.