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

I was a relaxed, comfortable driver in England but I wasn’t looking forward to
getting behind the wheel in the madhouse that was Poland.
When we entered the kitchen Scott was perched against the window running
through his day as my Mum cooked and my Dad sat in the next room reading
his copy of The Sun. He always bought me a copy of the Times when I was at
home but he never read it, not even the sports pages. I had gotten used to
reading my news online by now but I liked the feel of reading an actual paper
again. I remembered hearing a statistic about the Times, that if you read one
edition cover to cover you would have read more news than an individual 200
years ago would have heard their entire life. I don’t know if that was true but it
was interesting to think about.
I formally introduced Elly but she excused herself and went to lie down. After
checking if she wanted anything to drink and if she was alright in general I
return to talk football with my Dad and Scott. That was our fall back. We
discussed football or UFC and nothing had changed. We were family and we
didn’t need to say I missed you, I love you, just what a goal? Did you see that
fight? Keith got a lot more animated about football and could argue with you
passionately about the minutest detail of any game but mainly we regurgitated
the same things that we read or saw discussed on the TV.
After a while my Mum announced that the food was ready, that meant that you
had about fifteen minutes. It was a long standing joke and one tradition that