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

took ourselves off to the black hole of young couples weekends that is IKEA.
We had our measurements and designed our dream kitchen. I forget exactly
how much they wanted to install it but they were pushing their services hard and
am not surprised considering they wanted more than the cost of a beer to screw
the handles on. We persistently and politely refused.
I was going to lay the tiles and the panel flooring so I was sure I could build the
kitchen as well. Marvin had been staying with Elly when the workers had been
there and he helped move the boxes to the second floor. According to him he
had been the foreman, overseeing the workers. Elly had let him stay because his
Mum had thrown him out after an argument. I was suspicious but the help
moving the large boxes was welcome.
It did bother me that he was eating food that I’d paid for, using my bathroom
again and he had even planted some trees in the garden. Elly said that they were
his present to us but he had a weird obsession with them. He also seemed to be
constructing something out of the rubbish in the garden. To me it was just him
slipping further into insanity but whatever kept him occupied.
He didn’t help when it was time to paint. He had to go on a pilgrimage with his
friend. If you understand pilgrimage as a walk involving drinking then giving
up when you realise that even though your fellow walkers are devout Christians
they are not stupid enough to give you money for more booze. He returned to
our house sullen but defiant. He had his excuses and watched on as I laboured.