The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

about half a metre off the ground and turning back on itself and into the second
level of the house.
I checked the other rooms and other than odds and sods there was nothing
about. I went and fetched Elly who had already got her notebook out and my
camera around her wrist. I hadn’t had much chance to snap anything in Poland
yet. I had a lot of pictures of Elly, the Palace of Culture, a couple from Krakow,
I really should have taken more there, and now there would be a few of our
future casa.
I heard something scuttling around upstairs so I grabbed the claw hammer,
pulled myself onto the stairs and made the short walk to onto the second floor.
This floor seemed bigger. The rooms were bigger and one had a balcony. The
balcony wasn’t fenced off so I don’t know if that would be considered a balcony
technically or just a health hazard. I saw the bastard. Trying to hide in the
corner and when he knew I’d seen him he sped past me and down the stairs. As
I stumbled down the stairs trying to catch him I fell.
When I woke up Elly said I’d banged my head. She had caught our trespasser
though and he was purring at her feet. I had a little gash on my forehead and
was bleeding badly from biting the inside of my cheek. Today the house had
won but I was determined to get back and tame it. I would clean out that garden,
install a proper door, put something down on the floor and paint its walls. I