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Whew! What a week.
And still no internet connection, because the tenant prior to us did not have internet. But that one seemed to have been a quite strange fellow, anyway, at least judging from the inch-thick crusts on the sandwich maker he left us, he wasn't too clean, either. But with all the hair he left in the sink and the few cigarette stubs on the floor, we have enough genetic material to take revenge on his clone.
Anyway. I am absolutely in love with our flat! It a largish living room and a largish bedroom, a tiny kitchen, the most strangely shaped bathroom I have ever seen and a tiny kitchen which is big enough for two people all the same. We have not met our neighbours yet. I am not certain what is considered polite behaviour for new neighbours on the British isles. In some parts of Germany, it would be polite to go through the house and introduce ourselves, in others to leave our neighbours the heck alone and mind our own business. Hmm... I have decided to leave it to chance. It feels as though I know our neighbours already anyway, I know at what time our neighbour Catriona gets up, which TV shows the guy above us prefers and that he likes to hop around the rooms a lot, that Catriona enjoys long phone calls... :D
Partick, the part of the city we live in, is absolutely great. We're really close to the local shopping venues and to the library in which I am currently making this entry - which is one of the most beautiful public libraries I have ever seen.
I'm afraid that not many interesting things have happened yet, appart from an oddysse to IKEA on foot to buy blankets, shopping tours, getting to know and, on my side at least, falling in love with this city once more. Well, Crockster does look happy about it, too.
So, everything's great. There are only minor complications, for example that we are not able to open a bank account without some confirmation of our address and that we are not able to get internet without a bank account (duh...), or that there are still occasions at which the language barrier is still bigger than we would have thought. There was this one incident when a lady from the supermarket looked at us brightly and said: "A' y' 'eh?" - and we were just left to stare blankly until, after several repetitions, we got that she was asking us whether we were ok.
Well, and then there is that Turkey leg we purchased in an attack of completely unwonted optimism without knowing what to do with it. Before I found a cooking book in the library which gave me a shrewd idea I was about to knock at our neighbour's and ask them politely about their opinion, or chat up the old ladies at the library and ask for theirs... "Excuse me? See, we have this turkey leg..."
But I am being chased away from this computer soon, so see you all, many hugs and good thoughts.
And still no internet connection, because the tenant prior to us did not have internet. But that one seemed to have been a quite strange fellow, anyway, at least judging from the inch-thick crusts on the sandwich maker he left us, he wasn't too clean, either. But with all the hair he left in the sink and the few cigarette stubs on the floor, we have enough genetic material to take revenge on his clone.
Anyway. I am absolutely in love with our flat! It a largish living room and a largish bedroom, a tiny kitchen, the most strangely shaped bathroom I have ever seen and a tiny kitchen which is big enough for two people all the same. We have not met our neighbours yet. I am not certain what is considered polite behaviour for new neighbours on the British isles. In some parts of Germany, it would be polite to go through the house and introduce ourselves, in others to leave our neighbours the heck alone and mind our own business. Hmm... I have decided to leave it to chance. It feels as though I know our neighbours already anyway, I know at what time our neighbour Catriona gets up, which TV shows the guy above us prefers and that he likes to hop around the rooms a lot, that Catriona enjoys long phone calls... :D
Partick, the part of the city we live in, is absolutely great. We're really close to the local shopping venues and to the library in which I am currently making this entry - which is one of the most beautiful public libraries I have ever seen.
I'm afraid that not many interesting things have happened yet, appart from an oddysse to IKEA on foot to buy blankets, shopping tours, getting to know and, on my side at least, falling in love with this city once more. Well, Crockster does look happy about it, too.
So, everything's great. There are only minor complications, for example that we are not able to open a bank account without some confirmation of our address and that we are not able to get internet without a bank account (duh...), or that there are still occasions at which the language barrier is still bigger than we would have thought. There was this one incident when a lady from the supermarket looked at us brightly and said: "A' y' 'eh?" - and we were just left to stare blankly until, after several repetitions, we got that she was asking us whether we were ok.
Well, and then there is that Turkey leg we purchased in an attack of completely unwonted optimism without knowing what to do with it. Before I found a cooking book in the library which gave me a shrewd idea I was about to knock at our neighbour's and ask them politely about their opinion, or chat up the old ladies at the library and ask for theirs... "Excuse me? See, we have this turkey leg..."
But I am being chased away from this computer soon, so see you all, many hugs and good thoughts.
