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

We made our excuses as it was starting to get dark and headed off to the next
part of Elly's family. I was now sure this would involve more cake and vodka.
In the car I let my pants open and allowed my boys to breath. Elly laughed at
me and I told her that unless she wanted me to turn into a meatball she needed
to do more to protect me.
“Just say no.”
“It’s not drugs Elly, it’s your family. I want them to like me.”
Elly had a hard time locating the exact street and had to call her Uncle to ask
for directions but since we didn't have a map it wasn't much use. We had left the
farms behind and were in a very pleasant village. The houses looked like
holiday villas on the outside with their white walls and clay slatted roofs.
One turn, then the next in the opposite direction, reversing back the way we
came and peering hopefully down suburban streets. We finally spotted the one
Elly was sure was her Uncle's and got out. A St.Bernard roared at me from
beyond the gate.
"Ladies first." I said, ever the gentleman.
A young man came out and wrestled the dog by the collar. Another cousin that
Elly introduced to me and instantly I forgot his name. It was all getting too
much and I’d had too much to drink to function properly. Her cousin was
wearing a Manchester United training vest and seemed a happy sort. Me and
Elly climbed the stairs and at the top were greeted by her Aunt. Again she