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

We felt things moving along and even though we had our bed, a bed Elly chose
without me, it was time for the floors to go down. I had managed to convince an
Opel, Vauxhall to the Brits, dealer to let me test drive a car on the vague
understanding that I was the country manager of an English firm who might
have been looking to rent a fleet of cars for his staff. It wasn’t exactly honest
but feeling guilty about conning a car salesman was like worrying about feeling
a pretentious cunt while watching a French film on your iPad.
The battle plan was simple, buy all the stuff we needed before I had to return
the car then actually start doing some work. We had already done the hard part
of choosing between the greyish white, dark red, yellow, dirty yellow and all the
other stupid colours of floor panels we could buy, choosing the mahogany. The
panels slid in through the boot, over the back seat that had been let down and in
between the seats in the front of the car. It was riding low to the ground and
when it scraped the floor going over speed bumps I was thankful it wasn’t really
my own car.
It did the job though and after several trips for various things including paint,
underlay and tools we retired it as a delivery vehicle and took ourselves off to
scope out kitchens. We priced up several kitchens at various retailers and even
wholesalers. They were either in our budget and shite or what we wanted and
expensive. The installation was going to cost nearly as much as the units so we