Tag Archives: Polish

Arnold Schwartzenegger’s boring speech (Rousse)

Two of my Polish colleagues had commandeered my office while I was on long-term sick leave. My desk and other belongings were now all squeezed into a dark corner. I hoped that this was a temporary measure and that I … Continue reading

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Sisters, a husband, and parents on holiday (Rousse)

It seemed inappropriate that two little blonde sisters aged six and eight wearing white shift dresses would be showing tourists around a World War I theme park. It was also rather odd that TPR was not staying in the plush … Continue reading

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A Tartan Pole (Rousse)

The first person that I came across upstairs at the White House was a sulky half-naked teenage Polish friend of my nephew. I was appalled that she barely greeted me when we passed one another in the upstairs hall. When … Continue reading

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Accident prone acquaintances (Rousse)

JS ran a few paces over the highly polished floor, turned a corner, missed her footing, skidded, and fell head first on the hard surface. I ran to her aid, while also dialling 999. I cradled JS’s head in my … Continue reading

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Exciting nail polish fashion and a new home at the castle (Rousse)

When TF stood up from his seat on the lower deck of the Glasgow Routemaster bus, I assumed that we had reached our stop. I was wrong. The bus was taking the reverse route so we would be on-board for … Continue reading

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Christmas tree hazard (Rousse)

I caught my foot in the trailing fairy lights at the base of the Christmas tree and tumbled across the polished wooden floor of my parents’ mansion.

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Escape from the cult (Rousse)

I’d accidentally joined a cult. At first I thought that these dozen or so people – including my school friend CC – were just slightly strange. However, the more time I spent with them, the more apparent it became that … Continue reading

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