Anniversary

Today is Sunday,

And that marks the fourth week of living at campus. - It also marks the fifth week of being in England. I first intended to make this post last week, but since my mum was here, it didn’t happen. But I figured that celebrating four weeks in campus was as good as my four weeks in England last weekend, so there we go.

Thoughts so far:

To buy hveteboller is flippin’ impossible. Never mind that the English have a thousand different words for rundstykker, all referring to a different kind for a different use and what word means what piece of bread might vary depending on where in England you’re from, but regular hveteboller just can’t be found. 

I’ve bought white rolls (white rundstykker, more or less) twice by accident because I thought they were hveteboller, – I mean, they smelt like and looked like the pastry I was looking for, so I thought that “this time for sure!” but alas, it wasn’t. It doesn’t help that the only word the dictionary will give me is buns and an English friend of mine doesn’t even understand what it is I want when I say that word. Never imagined such a petty thing would become such a challenge. 

                Lidl is a wonderful place. It really is. 

                I really should buy another adapter for the plug socket. I brought one, but it’s really bad so I don’t use it. I bought a new one, and currently my laptop and mobile phone are fighting a bloody and bitter war over it. I really need another one. But I never seem to get around to buying it. 

         

                Bruises. I literally got them everywhere, small and bigger blue, purple and red marks from hitting, falling, failing and succeeding. The day isn't complete without a new one. 

 

Most pleasing purchases: 

This plant. Bought it two weeks ago and it’s currently still alive. I’m going to name it sooner or later, but I haven’t thought of a good name yet. Might end up just calling it Ficus, which is the name of the type of plant it is. 

The collected works of Shakespeare. Bought it on Amazon.co.uk. I realise a softback book would probably be both lighter and more practical, but come on. Look at the golden colouring of the page edges, the neat fake black leather binding and the elegant golden decor. 

 

These masks only cost 2 pound each. I was beyond the clouds with joy!

 

Lastly, I just finished making this: 

It’s a crocheted bag for my pegs. I like it, so I’m probably going to make many more when I have time. And when I have more white cotton yarn, which I’m in need of at the moment (and believe it or not, but Southend city centre doesn’t have a proper yarn shop. The scandal!)