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… And Fall Came

By | 2017-08-05T21:58:59+00:00 September 20th, 2009|From Britain|

So, fall is back to England, cold nights on program, heater on (and gas bill up); few photo oportunities for amaterous me, of course, just in case I win the fight with my laziness to kick myself out with camera and Dori and hunt for some nice pictures... at least nice for me.

The Last Bud

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Kiss the Rain

By | 2017-08-05T21:58:59+00:00 May 28th, 2009|From Britain, Photo|

Kiss! Kiss!
Kissing the rain is a new discipline of ours. Well... actually, it just sounds like a cool name for an article and the face Dori makes is not a kiss but eventually disgusted face on my camera ("Oh mother, I didn't hit puberty yet and you already gotta embarrass me?"). So, no kissing of the rain, although it was partially rainy... the beautiful days went slowly away and the classic hazy, cloudy days of England came back. I call them "the chimney days" and quite understand the need of Englishmen having a chimney in every main room. Considering the amount of those inhospitable days in a year, I would love to lit a fire in our fake fireplaces and just enjoy the dancing flames and warmth coming out of it; with ours I can only take a lighter and lit a fire too, but in the gas heater the chimney contains. And that doesn't sound romantic at all!

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New Life in a New Country with a New Man

By | 2017-08-05T21:58:59+00:00 May 19th, 2009|From Britain, Memories|

September 2007, UK, Newcastle Upon TyneI don't quite recall all the hustle after the Jet landed. Getting out of the plane, laying my foot for the first time in our new hometown, getting our stuff from the airport to the cab. We all were so incredibly tired. And all the people with that heavy accent, which makes my life miserable up until these days. The hotel we reserved few days before arrival to UK came out to be cosy and nice, although on a busy street, but so much out of hand when it came to going to Northumbria University and looking for a flat around it's vicinity. Gateshead is not close to any university, not by feet, which was the only mean of transport for us most of the time (exception was starving, tired and lost in city, than we got a cab).

Health Visitor

By | 2017-03-14T18:52:58+00:00 May 7th, 2009|From Britain|

Včera k večeru mi zavolala moje zdravotnická skupina (Falcon Medical Group), že zkontrolují Dorinku. Má tři roky, novou registraci u doktora, tak to je jasné. Dnes v deset hodin dopoledne přišla příjemná dáma, tzv. Health Visitor, což je něco jako podomní sestřička. Tyto sestry kontrolují domácnosti s malými dětmi, většinou do pěti let, na pravidelné bázi, pokud to rodina potřebuje, či jen po zavolání, když někdo z rodiny potřebuje poradit.

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Honey, I Always Want to Order Out

By | 2017-08-05T21:59:02+00:00 April 8th, 2009|From Britain, Thoughts|

Today I was roaming around the flat, randomly checking the freezer of our fridge, thinking what should I do for dinner. I suffer from this a lot, the I-can't-really-decide-what's-for-dinner syndrome; and I try to move the unbelievably hard and complicated decision on my husband, insanely insisting that he has to decide, not me, because I just wanna fulfill his mighty wish, of course. Sometimes I am successful, mostly not, as it seems that this illness is widely spreading in our family and affecting our everyday (dinner) life. When I come with this inevitable question, "What do you want for dinner, love?", my clever husband sees through my brain up to the neighbour's window and replies without moving an inch of his calm face: "Do you want to order out?" What can I say? Honey, I always want to order out. There's no moment in my life when I will prefer spending hour and more of making a family dinner over sitting lazily on the sofa and waiting for other people to do my work.

S jestřábníkem pro dávky státní sociální podpory

By | 2017-03-14T18:53:00+00:00 April 8th, 2009|From Britain|

Jednou týdně zdarma vycházející Chronicle Extra občas obsahuje články, které mně pobaví a zároveň i těší. V dnešním vydání mne zaujaly zprávy dvě; jedna o jestřábníkovi na Haymarket bus terminal, druhá o speciálním týmu vznikajícím za účelem motivovat občany města, kteří mají nárok na všeliké sociální dávky, aby svůj nárok uplatnili. Haymarketský autobusový terminál trpí nevídanou populací holubů, kteří zde hledají přístřeší před nehostiným severoanglickým přímořským větrem, a také snadné all-inclusive občerstvení, neboť lidé nejen pohazují zbytky jídla všude okolo, ale občas také záměrně opeřené obyvatele krmí. Navzdory několika srdnatým jedincům, kteří holubi rádi mají, většina cestujících přes Haymarket holuby nevítá, neb jsou otravní, drzí, zaneřáďují místo a také jsou přenašečí mnoha nemocí.

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