Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Thanks to thecatofstripes for helping me with my Flickr issues. The beer was actually in celebration of the receipt of the keys to my house last Friday - so it's thanks all round.
I have rather a lot of spare underlay going free if anyone's interested.
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
I'm going to be slightly busy these coming weeks as the floors are to be done, the wallpaper has to be taken off, my stuff will come out of storage as walls are painted and so on.
There is a lot to be done to make it my home so the exciting results of the Worm Charming Championships will have to wait a bit.
In the meantime, if anybody knows how to get your pictures up to your Blogger account from Flickr, like ye olde days, do let me know.
It's making me cranky as it don't work no more.
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Monday, 20 June 2011
This Saturday is another annual bit of bonkers, none other than The World Worm Charming Championships, the rules of which have been translated into 30 other different languages which just goes to show how seriously this is taken. Richard decided that he would take part this year and succeeded in obtaining a plot.
The next move was to buy a garden fork, something that I will need in the future anyway and so we went to Wilko's, chose one and I then nearly speared a rather young baby with it, much to the horror of the baby's mum. Richard is presently practising sending vibrations down the garden fork using a wooden stick on which he has sawn several notches. As he sits out in the garden trying to entice worms out of the lawn I can't help but wonder.
Would you put red sauce on a baby, brown sauce - or no sauce at all.
Friday, 17 June 2011
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
The other thing that I simply don't understand are 'Bank Holidays'. All public holidays, apart from the odd exception, fall on a Monday - even if that isn't the day of the holiday - and invariably get called a 'Bank Holiday'. I had to look up the reason for this as it's a bit of a bugger when you've been spoilt in a country which, should a holiday fall on a Thursday, for example, bridges the gap to the weekend by taking the Friday off too. This only happens if you have an employer who enjoys this relaxed attitude to the workplace, ie: most employers in Belgium - or at least, in the offices where I worked.
But simplifying my life is good, however confusing. Now, I'd better go shopping.
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
A girl in front of us had an easy order so was served up first. She had ordered chips and cheese.
Chips and cheese.
I thought I had misheard until I saw the woman behind the counter get out a large container of grated Cheddar cheese and pour a generous quantity into a polystyrene pot, put the lid on and tucked it in with the chips before wrapping the bundle up. I looked on incredulously as no one - no one - eats chips with grated cheese on as a meal. It simply isn't right.
We got home to enjoy our own meal of fish 'n chips, with malt vinegar, as you should, only to find that the chips had only been fried once and were pretty awful for some innocent victim who is used to a decent sized chip, fried twice and only after she has made her order so that they are piping hot and crisp. Moving to England is proving difficult after having lived 25 years in the Land of Beer, Frites and Chocolate. The fish, however, melted in our mouths and was well worth the money, but in all seriousness, the chips should have been binned.
Richard, however, informed me that chips and cheese is totally normal around here, "not that disgusting mayonaise that 'you' lot smear all over your chips." He further went on to tell me that chips and curry ia also a delicacy here, as is chips and gravy.
Chips and gravy? Tell me it's not true.
Monday, 6 June 2011
Admittedly, people have never really understood which nationality I am (half English, half Belgian - by marriage) as I wasn't born in England and have spent very little time here previously - apart from 9 horrible years in boarding school and holidays dotted around the world. Some people enjoy that nomadic way of life, but I certainly didn't so was happy when I finally found my roots, albeit not in England. So after 25 years living in a country that I was - and still am - happy to call "home", I had to move and then decided living in England to be a good idea. But I hadn't realised that I would be moving as an 'Expat'. It all seems so wrong.
When I am eventually installed in my new house and have paid off a few bills the woman at the end of the phone has instructed me to contact the Belgian Consulate in Manchester (I think - all this seems to have happened months ago) to let them know that I'm here, shove some bills under their noses as proof so that they can issue a new ID card with my new address.
Well, if I can travel around as before, using my ID card, then it's much cheaper than having to buy a passport.
The day I need a passport to travel to further shores outside the EU will be the day I can afford to buy one, so in that respect, it's not such a bad idea. No doubt I shall still be sent Belgian election forms every two years, but it's a fair price to pay to avoid the horrendous expense of a passport.
So hi England. I'm a furriner.