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considered staying in bed all day work once upon a time but I hoped that in
Poland she would be more lively, more of the time.
We took a taxi to the airport where I was surprised to see my Mum and Dad. I
had returned to Bradford during the week to tell them about everything, see a
couple of mates and offer open invitations to Warsaw. No one seemed that
interested unless I’d be staying for the Euro in two summer’s time but I told
everyone that it was highly doubtful. My brothers had made time for a quite
beer but I didn’t get to see my nephews, who were at their mothers. I said I’d
send them some Polish candy, I later changed my mind once I’d tasted it and
ordered my brother to give then some Cadbury’s and pretend it was from me.
You miss the chocolate you grew up with the most. It isn’t so much the taste but
the taste reminding you of simpler times. That is my guess any way.
“Erm, hi guys. This is Elly.” I said by way of an introduction. “These are my
parents.” I said turning to her.
“Oh, I thought we’d missed you love.” My Mum said giving me a hug while
sizing up Elly over my shoulder.
“Do you work with him?” My Dad asked.
“A-ha.” She said.
“We are really late. Am sorry but I think we have to get to the check in desk.” I
said shaking my Dad’s hand, then pulling him in for a hug.