Monday 25 January

Gray is the sky. It is Britain, Britain, Britain. No wonder English theaters are so fond of Russian realism. After shopping – milk, water, toilet paper – seemingly the price does not include toilet paper for the shared bathroom, I went to the university for coffee and cookies. To my great surprise the coffee was good and cookies meant Danishes. Information was redundant. It told us what had already been read in the folders. A few reminders were good though such as to talk to student union for groups and activities. The Bath trip was either sold out or the guy who was supposed to sell tickets didn’t show up, or they directed us the wrong way.

Lunch was free and British. As a matter of fact this was my first encounter with the tasteless British kitchen. Fries and chicken is almost impossible to make that drained from flavor. I wonder if they rinse it before serving. On the good side, I met a German fellow who resides in my corridor. The other guy that we have seen is Swiss and his kitchen behavior is half promising.

Also, I had for breakfast met our cleaning lady. That was how she presented herself. Nice lady who will come in once a week to do the floor and the surfaces. She seems to run a service for students and asked to fix me up with an English Iron since the university only provides an ironing board.

Finally, after some more grocery shopping – I have soon completed my base camp closet – I managed to connect to the Internet, but saw my battery running out. After three calls M, M and A I felt more satisfied. I really miss you dear princess. However frustration Skype may be, I cannot imagine what life here would be without the possibility of hearing and seeing you. I know, I have got it bad, and I like it that way.Finally, before getting ready for next day I cooked and although there was no salt to buy in the store, it was gratifying just to cook for the first time in the kitchen. Tomorrow is a promising day.