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

alcoholic husbands and all his friends covering for him. They were characters,
they were living highs and lows, most of all they were trying to survive.
I hoped me and Elly would have something more solid. A relationship that
didn’t require a comedy escape routine every weekend. I knew that a couple
shouldn’t be together all the time and even the strongest need a little time alone
with friends but I hoped that we would never reach a stage where one of us was
looking for answers in a seedy bar at the bottom of a glass.
I had wanted to take her in and show her off but as we got closer I just pointed it
out to her and we walked past. She was feeling tired by now so we caught a bus
back. The price seemed to go up every time I caught a bus and it was over a
quid each. I thought to myself that the taxi business must be booming in
England. I had caught taxis in Poland after nights out, but I could imagine in
England that it was a smarter move if there were a few of you to pay for the taxi
anytime.
We got home to find my Dad’s work van in the driveway and Scott’s new MG
was parked up as well. He had bought it while I’d been away but he had put the
snaps up on facebook. It was his first car and beat the shit out of my first car, a
banged up VW Polo. I loved that Polo though, even if I did nearly wreck it
learning to drive. I couldn’t work the clutch and stunk the thing up terribly one
Sunday morning with my Dad mastering the art and then the following Sunday
he took me out to get some milk, in York! It was a good experience though and