After my two or so years of arse sitting, being engulfed by the claws of Facebook, taking criticism badly and no longer being able to see the novelty value of daily living in Poland, crooked corner is once again in action. Constant pressure from one particular, young, Bathurst dwelling cousin and the fact that I am statistically losing 8 English words per day, has forced me to rethink this stagnation. Not sure how constant the writing will be. But it will be.
Besides, the Twin President is dead, all of Poland was a flooded swimming pool, I experienced the public hospital health care system, became self-employed, contemplated village life, started eating lard during the winter period, became a qualified folk craft instructor (more on that later – I have government papers to prove it), put on a whopping 23 kilos in the short space of 9 months*, learned to cook sorrel soup and accepted Krakow as my home. Enough bits and pieces to scrape up a couple of entries.
Enough as a starter methinks.
* As a result of the weight gain an independent human emerged.
Disclaimer: crooked corner may now contain, sporadically, children-related banter. If this annoys the crap out of you, you have been warned.
6 comments:
AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaah! Finally! Loving it already! Can't wait for more!
about feckin time
Good to hear from you again...
awesome, 'bout time too!
That would be me! crooked corner, like a good column is a relative consolation (pun intended), that i try to mimic
Looking forward to your sardonic view askew of life, the universe and everything
Welcome back cousin. It's been a long time waiting!!!!!!!!
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