Today I want to share a lesson I’ve learned since moving in with Dave and his family: Every bathroom needs a locked door.
I know, I know. That seems like common sense. But just in case you were thinking of moving into a house without, let me tell you from experience that it is not a good idea.
Up until last week, I lived in a house with no bathroom lock. And the only reason that changed was due to my multiple traumatic run-ins with other members of Dave’s family. Let me explain.
Dave’s house has one bathroom. This bathroom has no lock. It has a thin rectangular window above the door which is helpful in determining if the light is on, but that’s it. And it’s generally left shut even when no one is using it because they don’t want the bird to fly in there and shit everywhere or fly out one of the windows that are usually cracked open.
Since moving in, I’ve used four main indicators to determine whether or not it’s safe for me to enter the bathroom:
- Is the door open or shut? It’s typically shut, but if it’s open I can generally assume that it’s empty.
- Is the light on or off? If it’s on, someone is likely to be in there.
- Do I hear anything? Obviously if there’s water running then I should come back at a later time.
- Does anyone respond to my knock? If no one does, the coast should be clear.
Of course, things are never that easy though.
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Can I tell you one of my guilty pleasures? (Honestly, it’s something that I really enjoy doing but can make me feel like such a shit person. A true guilty pleasure.)
Sometimes I enjoy going to the zoo.
I know, I know. Zoos aren’t great. Animals shouldn’t be trapped for our viewing pleasure. They shouldn’t be forced to breed or do tricks or any of that nonsense. But oh how I love being able to actually get a glimpse of some of the amazing wild creatures that exist in our world up close and personal.
Luckily, I have finally found an animal park here in the UK which allows me to get my animal fix without feeling like so much of a twat: Howletts Animal Park.
Howletts is the smaller of the two animal parks belonging to the Aspinall Foundation. And while the other park, Port Lympne, is a bit more flashy with safari trucks and luxury hotel rooms, I think Howletts is the better of the two. And today I’m going to tell you why I love it so.
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Okay, maybe never is a strong word. But honestly, I have no desire to learn how to drive in the UK.
Back in the States, I am a licensed and confident driver. My mom taught me how to drive in parking lots and cemeteries, I went to the BMV and passed my tests on the first try, and I spent almost a decade happily driving without a care in the world.
Sure, there was that one time a cop pulled me over in my driveway for speeding on the way home because I needed to pee and there was also that one minor incident where I hit a car in front of me that slammed on its brakes, but apart from that, driving in the States for me was not a problem.
But here in the UK? Heck no. I have no desire to drive on these roads. Why?
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Remember in my last post when I mentioned that I planned on sharing my complaints about living in the UK because it’s too fun to complain not to? I wasn’t lying. It’s only been three days since that last post and I’m already ready to throw out my first complaint:
I was promised grey skies, not a heat wave.
London is often portrayed as a place of grey skies and moderate temperatures. Sure, there are usually a few days of sunshine and occasionally it’ll snow, but for the most part it’s just sort of blegh. (And I think most Brits like it that way because it gives them an easy topic to complain about.)
Coming from a state where we get all four seasons, I was okay with the prospect of losing my white winters and hot summers. While I enjoy looking out the window when snow first hits the ground, it often becomes more of a chore than a wonder. And the sun? Her and I don’t get along too well. I hate the feeling of my skin cooking and the increased amount of sweat that comes with higher temps. I just don’t like it.
So just imagine my joy and wonder when I finally move to the UK and suddenly it’s a freaking HEAT WAVE!
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It’s been a while since I last posted, hasn’t it? A little over three months, yeah?
I realise it’s a bit rude to just abruptly stop posting for such a long period without any explanation, but hey, I do have a good excuse for my disappearance.
I’ve finally moved to the UK to live with my husband!
That’s right, after six-and-a-half years of a mostly long-distance relationship (note: do not recommend), Dave and I have finally managed to sort out that whole visa situation. We’re finally able to exist as a real-life “normal” couple. Amazing, right?
Let me catch you up.
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