Drang Nach Osten
Tuesday, July 1st, 2003 12:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanMrs Z my aged and mad landlady left for her annual trip to Warsaw on Sunday morning.
I was, of course, elsewhere in This Green and Pleasant Land and missed the arrival of the assorted Sherpas and Jankerwallahs she hires to remove a month's worth of household to the East.
For the next four weeks it is me and the Polish Brigade (tm), and it's started already.
Thunderous footsteps up and down the staircase. Vile, horrible and unspeakable "music" played through open doors and on many CD players so that we are only a few wavelengths away from perfect white noise.
They have stopped for now, but at this rate in a couple of days I shall be in the mood to unroll my map of Europe and start sticking pins in the Sudetenland and western Poland.
Anyone know where I can lay my hands on a Stahlhelm and a Panzerfaust?
I was, of course, elsewhere in This Green and Pleasant Land and missed the arrival of the assorted Sherpas and Jankerwallahs she hires to remove a month's worth of household to the East.
For the next four weeks it is me and the Polish Brigade (tm), and it's started already.
Thunderous footsteps up and down the staircase. Vile, horrible and unspeakable "music" played through open doors and on many CD players so that we are only a few wavelengths away from perfect white noise.
They have stopped for now, but at this rate in a couple of days I shall be in the mood to unroll my map of Europe and start sticking pins in the Sudetenland and western Poland.
Anyone know where I can lay my hands on a Stahlhelm and a Panzerfaust?