Call me pathetic, but I'm very proud of myself. Last week I finally managed to take the bull by the horns: I went to the bank in order to open an English bank account, which is quite useful if I want to get paid. The payday is always the 3rd Thursday of the month so, on top on everything, I was early! Not like the usual me. Opening the account was much easier than I thought. (I don't know what I was thinking in the first place...) I stepped into Lloyds, and told the gentleman behind the counter I need to open a bank account but I have no idea what to do next. "OK, no problem! I'll get someone for you!" I'll get my debit card in a week. And the lady he got me was so friendly, she told me they usually have their staff Christmas party at Chatsworth. Oh okay, see you then, Gem! I'll be serving you turkey and whatever I'll be serving you. Once I got my national insurance number sorted today, the only thing missing is an English telephone number. I had to go to Brighton, to an "Evidence of Identity" interview. How scary does that sound? I took a train, that was the quickest way. The misty fields from the train window, ah. The first thing I noticed was that whereas Worthing is flat, Brighton is full of uphills and downhills. I saw a grown-up man eating sweets while walking which is a sign of internationality. And one weird thing, though it has nothing to do with anything: here unbelievably many women wear leggings as normal trousers. With a t-shirt. With a jumper. So that their bum shows. You can't do that, can you? They are not normal trousers! I think I'll post some Brighton photos tomorrow — it was SO foggy! And it was raining, or actually it was more like someone had been spraying water with a spray water bottle, plus a couple of bigger drops every three meters. I gave up using an umbrella after about 10 minutes because a) almost none of the locals had one and it made me feel hopelessly stupid b) it wasn't much help cause the water was IN THE AIR rather than falling from the sky c) I'm not made of sugar anyway.
On Wednesday I bought a little red rose in M&S to have at least something living in my room. I placed it on the windowsill, it looks well nice sitting there. Even though I have to move it every time I want to sit on the windowsill. I hope it will survive the harsh climate conditions of my room and stay alive, otherwise it would be just sad. Outside the leaves are starting to fall off the trees, and I saw children excitedly stomping some mushrooms with their feet. Shops are full of Halloween stuff.
I'm looking forward to November 7! I'm going to Brighton again to see Blaine Harrison... pardon me... the Mystery Jets. I'm going to see the MYSTERY JETS. Yeah. That's it. There are so many concerts in Brighton (not to even mention London) I can't stand it. The Brits are such lucky bastards and they don't even know! So far Sue was happy to give me the day off, but I've heard she may not always be like that in case you keep requesting and requesting. Speaking of which, someone requested me I'd post some photos of my daily life, the hotel, work, etc. Well. I still haven't taken my camera to work, but I'll share at least some photos to ease your pain. I promise there will be more!
Take Me Where The Rose Grow - Mystery Jets
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