Back To Where I Once Belonged

Albia's Plokkij team has finally come home(*) following its controversial tour of Zamosa (see Tour d'Horreur). I am happy to say that the team carried on the truest traditions of the sport that built the Albian empire and, quite properly, ignored such side-issues as human rights and the maintenance of democracy in order to get on with the game. And get on they did, not only beating the Ambozaklele Girls' Primary School Second XI but also obtaining a satisfying draw against the team from St Ignatius Junior School for the Blind.

The tour having been successfully completed and controversy behind them, Albia's finest Plokkijers can now go on to contemplate their upcoming tours of Burma, North Korea and the State of Texas with confidence.

(*) as, indeed, have I(**).
(**) indeed, the reason why I am writing this at 7 am is not that I have risen unusually early, it is rather that I have just disembarked from my Nymmfo Rail train, having made the 50 minute journey from Ghei to Blizsta in a mere 14 hours.(***)
(***) as for the reason for my absence, my readers are referred to Click Away. I am happy to report that the counselling went very well. Certainly my dear wife Ylatea used the "confrontation session" very successfully to express a number of issues which have been concerning her(****). Matters were slightly marred by the illness which overcame Ylatea after lunch, as a result of which she was forced to retire to her room. Luckily, Vlotar volunteered to look after her and the pair returned, glowing and ready, for the afternoon session.
(****) I am told my bruises should heal soon.