Well, I made it a week (just about), and have only got to wait 9 more days until my emergency supplies are brought out to me. I can definitely cope another week or so days without squash, mouthwash and Options hot chocolate. As for Cadbury's well that's debatable - I bought some 'chocolat blanc avec pâté de Speculoos' and it leaves a lot to be desired!
However, I did (after several days of contemplating), buy some nail clippers. I hadn't cut my nails in possibly 3 weeks, and they were disgusting! I mean at least 1cm... so I feel much better now. Who knows, I may even shave my legs on Saturday, as it's been almost 2 weeks! How revolting. My excuse is that it's so damn cold in my office, I need the extra warmth. But I must admit, I have let my standards slip - I haven't even worn make-up this week, and need to pluck my eyebrows.
I don't want to end up like this:
People don't seem to wear make-up in Brussels - there's no stigma attached to not trying. I like it, because I can get up in the morning (I do shower and wash my hair - I haven't quite lost the plot), and chuck on jeans and a T-shirt without feeling like I'll be judged. Maybe it's their culture, why waste time on grooming, when there are far more important things to do.
Like shopping. I popped into the supermarket on my way to work because I was fed up with drinking coffee with 'coffeemate', it's just wrong! However, the entire Roodebeek community seemed to be doing their weekly shop at 8.45am. And only one checkout was open. Naturally. However the nice lady in front of me pointed out that I could use the express till. Result. Then I messed up barcode scanning and threw my milk on the floor. Nice man came to my rescue. I am the Eeenglish Peeg.
People are nice here - several times people have told me to go in front of them in the supermarket because I've only got a few items. I appreciate that. In England you're more likely to get pushed in front of.
I have cried a bit this week (much to my disgust), but mainly because I was uprooted from the place I was getting used to, and put somewhere else. It's nice enough, although I'm terrified of sleeping in a bunk bed... it's 6 feet off the ground, and there's no way of turning the lights on or off when you're in, meaning it's an obstacle course. I will bump my head on the ceiling, and I will stub my toe on the ladder. I've accepted that. Hopefully I won't fall out, or fall down the ladder. Although then I could come home, and get paid 'incapacity benefit'...
Seems a popular idea - apparently a girl started at work the week before I did, and went home at lunchtime feeling ill. She then didn't return because she was pregnant. I think she made that up, because I'd thought that would be the perfect excuse to leave. Sneaky sneaky.
I'm fairly sure I'll be here until Christmas, but I can't say after that!l All I need is some British food (that's what will bring back the stiff upper lip), a hug, and a fleece!
Still not convinced, but who knows...
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