It all began last night around 1:45am when we realized that our jet lag had finally caught up to us. We weren't tired at all. So we decided to call and check on our puppy. We miss him really bad already. Actually we miss all our animals already! Quick pictorial of the pets we left behind:
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| I mean, how could you not love this face? Matt is not Rudy's biggest fan, but Rudy still loved to cuddle on Matt anyway...even we he had just rolled in poop. (Rudy rolled in poop, not Matt!) |
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| Sweet girl, Lexi. She was warming herself in the sunlight on our floor the day before we left. Poor thing is old, I mean real old. But all dogs go to heaven, right? |
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| Here is our awesome doggie, Bullitt. Matt is having serious withdrawls without him. As a proud parent, I must say, he is very handsome. We know Mama and Papa Grant are taking good care of him though. Hopefully he is being a good buddy for Grandma LeMaster. |
So, back to the story...we couldn't sleep. We have been so tired the past 2 nights that we failed to realize, our bed is
not comfortable. At all. In fact, I think we have bed sores and bruises from the springs sticking into us. Finally, we decided we had better sleep or else we would be totally thrown off. I just had to suck it up because I had a reality check and thought, 'There are kids in Africa sleeping on a dirt floor.' Long story short, once we fell asleep, it was apparently deep. Woke up around 11:15am. Day was half wasted! Moreover, the world had gone on without us because we woke up to many sounds: children screaming at the daycare behind our flat, construction drilling and hammering on the unit above us, the trash (excuse me "rubbish") being collected, etc. Not a pleasant alarm clock.
However, the day did get better. We had lunch in a church graveyard near King's College (see attached location.) We got to listen to this hilarious bunch of British guys playing music near the market. They were like a new Mumford & Sons mixed with Bob Dylan. Literally, the accordion player (yes,
accordion) looked just like a young Bob Dylan. Wish I had my camera so I could have attached some video. It was so funny. The rest of the afternoon was also productive - got British T-Mobile cell phones, picked up a few more groceries, purchased our new duvets/sheets from Tesco online, and bought Matt's gown. For those of you that don't know, the gown is a must for all Cambridge students. I fondly call it the "Harry Potter robe." It basically looks like a graduation gown, and the students have to wear it for formal pictures, some fancy dinners, the May Balls (explanation at a later date on those), and graduation. They are ridiculously expensive, Matt's was used and still cost 50GBP, or $78. New ones are double that. For something they will use like 4 times, if they are lucky. Whatever, our future children can play HP dress up with it!
Finally, we got home this evening and decided to attempt some laundry...remember the world's tiniest washer? Well, size was obviously no object. The thing can make some bubbles.
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| I got worried once the suds filled the washer this much. I didn't put any clothes in because I wanted to run a cycle to clean it out first. |
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Other thing that worried me was that we didn't buy the right detergent. We bought stain remover, which looks exactly like liquid detergent but isn't, and fabric softener. So those suds were from just the "booster" stain remover. Let me just show you another picture to illustrate how intimidating this thing is, despite its size...
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| The dial is completely unfamiliar, with a crazy number-coded system. No way to actually choose the temperature or soil level. The indicated temperatures are in Celsius, of course, so I chose the lowest number for the coldest water. That's about as much as I could figure out. There are also 3 trays for different types of detergent. |
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I feel like I'm a pretty smart person, at least averagely intelligent, and this thing stumped me. There is no manual to be found, so I googled a bunch of questions to figure it out. "Where do you put detergent in a UK washer?" helped a little bit. Even my engineer husband was confused! Moral of the story, we put our towels in there once we drained it enough to open the door without flooding the kitchen floor. Matt hung up our clothesline outside, and the towels are now drying out there! Whew!
Tonight's menu=pasta, so we will attempt the stove top for the first time. Hope it works because I'm hungry! haha. I guess I will leave you with one final picture of the view from our kitchen window toward our backyard area. It is my favorite spot so far. Looks very quintessentially English. I will try to post tomorrow about some other definitively English things - vocabulary differences, etc. Goodnight! Well, good afternoon to you, I guess!