Facilities

Being interviewed by our prospective landlord in his office as if we had to apply for to be his tenants He interrupts his interrogation of us to take a call. Outraged he splutters into the phone shouts in indignation almost apoplectic: “Sex... Sex facilities! ” We’re thinking twice about taking his flat like thanks but...no thanks! When suddenly (as suddenly) as he flares up he flares down and laughs in gentle Polish into the mouthpiece: “Oh...fax...fax facilities! ” “Dobja…dobja...dag...dag! ” “Ok...ok...yeah.. yeah! ”