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

We went in the side door, through the kitchen into the dining room then down
the hall and past three of the rooms which at one time or another had been mine
and finally into Scott’s room. It had a king sized bed and he was generously
giving it up to me and Elly. In the other downstairs bedroom were bunk beds for
my nephews. Scott’s room had some history for me though, first it was my
parent’s bedroom when they had moved there about fifteen years ago or
however long it had been. Then Keith claimed it as his when they moved into
the loft, I had it for a short while and finally Scott inherited it and I was pretty
sure Ross and Peter would be fighting over who got it once he finally left the
home nest.
I walked around and inspected the new wallpaper in the front room, I guess
other people would call it the living room or the TV room would be more
accurate. I checked out the bunk beds with their Ben 10 covers and inquired to
who Ben 10 was. It made me nostalgic for my old Garfield duvet which
proclaimed that he didn’t like Mondays. I was never a massive Garfield fan but
I did like the idea of a cat who ate lasagne. The only cat based cartoon for me
was Thundercats.
Since no one else was home I took Elly out for a tour of the neighbourhood. We
stopped at Bolton Road, a long steep road which led down into the city centre
and I pointed out my old high school in the distance. It had grown since I had
left adding numerous more buildings and losing a playing field. It looked like an