Let me tell you a story that happened to me and my family before the holiday one year ago in my home town, which is Glasgow, the result of which was an unintended trip ROZBIJ TO NA KILKA ZDAN, BO NIE DA SIE ZROZUMIEC. I'm sensible you can hardly believe it NIEZROZUMIALE, but just give it a go.
Every year my parents plan where to go on holiday. After hours of exclaimingNIEZBYT DOBRE SLOWO, arguing and sensless convincing each other sometimes I'm deprived of hopeBRAK SLOWA they would/will WILL(co lepsze?) ever come to an understanding<--ZLE SLOWO, CHODZI O ZGODE, NIE?. Finally, my dad agrees with any suggestion my mother makes. The previous year it was New York they planned to visit. Both me and my sister<- CHYBA POPELNILES TEN BLAD WCZESNIEJ? were endlessly excited ofABOUT going there and KTO?were proud of having parents of such PRZEDIMEK consensual relationship<--DLA MNIE TO JEST NIEZROZUMIALE we could unconditionally rely on ZNOWU, ZA DLUGIE ZDANIE....
A week before our trip me and dad went shopping in order to by <-? some indispensable equipment and food. After an hour of drifting from shop to shop I felt hungry and decided to by<-? some chocolate bar. You wouldn't imagine my weird face when I openned the bar and noticed a sentence written inside: "You've just won a trip across Europe. For further details call this number...". I was dumbfounded and began to chase after my dad hanging around the shoe shop. He couldn't believe that and thought it was a fake, and so did I. When we called there, it turned out it was a real occasion. We definitely had to change our plans because ... my mam had always dreamt about such an excursion.
Now I wish I had bought more of those chocolate bars. It was my dream holiday. My mother can't say so about herself, but that's for another story :) .