But I make no promises about regularity of posting because of good reasons and stuff.
I am in the UK! It is cold – although getting less cold. There are all kinds of mundane things I could tell you about how I’ve been and what I’ve been up to and and and … but why?
Let me tell you some other things instead.
My favourite exchange so far on a topic related to some of the topics of this blog:-
Random woman in the store: Are you from the far east?
Me (honestly innocent, rather than just being smart): [thinking hard. I’m not very good at geography]. Um. Well I guess it depends which direction you are heading to. [smiling because a stranger is talking to me] But if you mean what country, I am from Australia.
RWIS: [looking perplexed] Sorry? I meant are you from The Far East. You know where Orientals come from. I would like to travel to the Far East some day.
Me [realisation dawns; now being smartarse]: Oh. Right. Yes. No. Maybe. Kind of. Not really. I guess Australia is east of here. But in those terms, it is probably the Near West, rather then the Far East. har har.
RWIS [looks at me again like I am lint on her clothes ie. how did that get there? it wasn’t there when I left the house this morning]: mmm.
Me [brightly, a little too brightly]: Nice to chat. See you later!
My next favourite exchange, to show that I am a little clueless, and unrelated to the topics of this blog other than that it is about ME:-
Me: May I please have a cheddar cheese sandwich with red onion, tomato and capsicum?
Me: A cheddar cheese sandwich with red onion, tomato and capsicum.
Sandwich-gal: I don’t understand?
Me [a little louder and a little slower, after all I have an Australian drawl (or so they say)]: A cheddar cheese sandwich with red onion [pointing], tomato [pointing] and capsicum [pointing].
Sandwich-gal: Oh right. A cheddar cheese sandwich. Would you like any salad with that?
Me: Yes please. Red onion. Tomato. Capsicum.
Sandwich-gal: [very slowly] Red onion. Tomato. And what else?
My partner steps in: Pepper.
Me: Ooh yes. I would like some pepper too.
Both my partner and the Sandwich-Gal looks at me like I’m thick.
When we sit down, my partner patiently explains: Oanh, they call capsicum pepper here.
Me, to show off that I know things: Oh yes, and zucchini is courgette and eggplant is aubergine, and they have a real funny name for snow peas. Mangy something.
My partner: Mange tout. Means ready to eat in French.
Me (still stupid and blithely munching sandwich): Yes. Isn’t that odd?
Only after my coffee did I realise how dumb I’d been.
Welcome to the mother country, Oanh. They do things differently here. *smack forehead*