Stars and Garters / April 16 2007
The young migrant workers who have been living in the house opposite are to leave next week, and I for one will be sorry to see them go.
They have been excellent neighbours, very quiet and courteous. I believe they are moving eastwards, to Lincolnshire, to toil in the fens and fields in their new capacity as poorly-paid agricultural slaves. They seem more than happy to be doing so, so I suppose I have no business to be concerned about their welfare and potential exploitation by flashy Anglian gang-masters.
As I have mentioned before, there are six of them, all from Belarus, and three of the group are attractive young women with striking features of precision and beauty. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to be particularly well-acquainted with any of them, but I must admit that yesterday evening I enjoyed the rather dubious thrill of gazing with Audrey through my bedroom window at them as they celebrated and partied into the early hours.
Breathing heavily and trying hard to focus through the net curtains, I watched as they danced around, intermittently removing items of clothing. (It must be some kind of local custom that they were gleefully enacting.) Around one o’clock in the morning, the drunken girls were down to their Baltic underwear – and what tiny but unexpectedly glamorous items of lingerie they wore! I’ll tell you something, it appears that young, nubile Russian women have a penchant for stockings and suspenders and frilly French knickers.
At one point, it crossed my mind to wander down and join in the fun but I fear that would have been ill-considered and potentially disastrous for all concerned. It would have been stupid – not only stupid but spectacularly stupid.
I decided instead to have a cold bath after which I retired to my bed and dreamed of sunny fields and naked abandon.
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