Normally, I wouldn't blog this early in the morning. Today, however, may be the last post for a while, as I'm travelling to places that don't have internet (like Yorkshire!). Is it possible that anywhere in England could be so remote, so barbaric, as to not have internet access (if Staffordshire can have it, then why can't my Grandma?).

The itinery for the weeks leading up to Poland is as follows: firstly a visit to Lazy's grandparents in Birmingham (Lazy is my Lithuanian/Welsh girlfriend). After the tornado the other day Birmingham actually sounds quite dangerous, but its a necessary stop on the way up north. Then a visit to my Grandma, who doesn't have the internet, but makes up for it by being a great cook, dedicated to inflating my family one by one until we all float away (or sink into the ground). Then, finally, back to Staffordshire to spend my last week in England with my parents. It'll probably be the last ever visit to my childhood home, a tiny cottage on the side of a hill, down a long narrow track with daffodills down both sides. I'm not sure how I'll feel about leaving it, but there is a slight compensation. Now that I've bought my Dad (Wielki ojciec?) a Polish phrase book, neither he nor my Mum (Mala matka?) have any excuse not to visit me.. at least not until they try pronouncing the phrases.

So thats a fairly fitting end, talking about things you can't possibly express, And since I'll probably be in the wilderness for a week or so, this blog will be just as expressionless as WO and MM when they get their new book (ksiazka). So for now, do zobaczenia!