So another week has begun, and it’s going to be a wet one. And only two more weeks till the Albatross appears. The good news is that my back is much better, so I don’t have to utter the cry of the Tibetan woman who discovered she had burned her dinner, “Oh, my baking yak!” (I’ll be here all week, folks.) Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is stalking a flower, perhaps assuming it’s a mowse:
Hili: Shall I hunt down a tulip for you?
A: No, thank you.
Hili: Upolować ci tulipana?
Ja: Nie, dziękuję.