Michael Wong is still at our place and it turns out he’s a pretty goddamn good house guest. Example, on Monday he washed all the windows. When we were away he replanted all my basil. He cooks really good curries and entertains us with his online purchases. The ladies at the post office where he goes to pick up his ordered goods have started to write in English on the post slips left in our mail box. The last one indicated that a ‘smal paket’ was ready to be picked up. It turned out to be snuff. Around 15 tins of it. The boys have been sniffing snuff each evening after supper, and from what I can gather the “Prime Minister” flavour is their favourite. No wonder the era of snuff has ended - it's not really appealing watching someone stick fingers up their nose and suck in brown looking shit that leaves crap residue on the sniffer's face. Michael argues that they used special sniffing picks back in the day. I say he should roll up a fiver instead.
We are all going for a spot of one night camping tonight (for a bonfired sausage) and tomorrow to Michal’s parents’ place in Suchedniow. Apparently the mushrooms have made an early appearance and people are starting to get excited.