Wednesday, 16 November 2011

I'm still here. Just.

Belgium is now high on my shit-list as it fails miserably to give me or tell me anything that I need to know. And that is after I ask for it. Nicely. What will happen to my pension is anybody's guess, what will happen to the few euros left in my bank account over there is bleak and yet my lawyers are still chasing me for money. These requests from them leave me cold as I have told them the situation: no job but desperately looking, no JSA and my house has started to chew generously into my bank account. Fuck off.

Richard and I have finally moved into the house as you have naturally guessed from the dire lack of posts. The bedroom is finished although it could do with some pictures, the bathroom is finished although I still need to clean the tiles and there is an issue involving a shower door to attach to the bath. If anybody specialises in shower doors, I could be an interesting challenge for you. The guest bedroom is finished although pictures are needed in there too, as well as two bedside cabinets. The living room is also close to being finished - we can relax in it, which is good enough. The dining room, hall and landing need to be finished and we haven't even started in the dining room. We eat off a cupboard door on top of a work bench in the kitchen, rammed up against the fridge/freezer which is a bit annoying, but there isn't anywhere else to eat.

Coralie and Tatiana are coming to visit on Friday for a very short stay so I can show them how people climatise in this part of the world. It is absolutely useless to judge what to wear by looking at those already out and about outside as on a hot day they will over-dress to the point of excess, and on a cold day, people tend to walk around in t-shirts and shorts. They're a funny bunch, up here. They will also get to see grown men cycling around town on their child-size BMXs, knees sticking out at right-angles, no lights and basically a threat to all drivers.

I can't wait to see my daughters. I'll treat them to PIES.

8 comments:

robin said...

Pies good. Raclette better.

Hello Z.

I am just catching up after a long hibernation. Sorry/happy to hear the news. Am rebuilding my site, but rather slowly; cache-ing issues are driving me mad. All a bit like moving into a disused house and finding everything needs either polishing or chucking out. And you have to do it all with ten foot long chopsticks.

Anyway... will keep an eye on you.

Anji said...

I hope that the girls enjoy their visit. It will all get sorted....eventually

Bart said...

Am an expert in shower doors, but also a Belgian and therefore too miserable to give you any information you need.
Funny how YOUR inner Belgian still makes fun of those crazy Englishmen people, despite your roots.

Zoe said...

Bart, just what ARE my roots? I have to fill out (yet another) form today and they are asking me my nationality. British/Belgian. Next question: place of birth. Vietnam....

They re so thick here I could cry. But some things are moving forward. Slowly. No thanks to the Belgians though.

lom said...

All things come to those who wait Zoe

Guyana-Gyal said...

Are you baking too? Pies. Wow.

Daphne Wayne-Bough said...

I used to get puzzled looks because my passport was issued in Poland. They used to send me mail addressed to FCO (Walsall). Don't mention your Belgian nationality if you've got a British passport. It only confuses them.

Zoe said...

Daffers, they're confused enough as it is.

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