Me, the Hausfrau.

Never thought it would happen, but it has. I'm slaving away over the stove, cleaning pots and pans, ironing away, earnestly debating whether to buy Persil or Sainsbury's Organic Washing Powder (a mere 50 pence) and quite upset at the lack of a blender in our kitchen.

Student life ought to come with a health warning, I didn't want to end like this! What happened to Hotel Mama?!?
Anyway the domestic side of things is going quite well, apparently I'm quite a good cook - so there, all you doubters!

Now to the academic side of things: Still not one bloody lecture to speak of! Feel very grumpy about this, I came here to study (among other things ;-)). European Studies don't have their own department and seem to have been forgotten about. Now the "real science" students started lectures last week and have exams in October. Ah well, really the pretend science students ought to be enjoying it.
First lectures are on Tuesday, so cross your fingers (or for all my German friends out there: Press your thumbs.)

Haven't really been up to much, just enjoying the everyday buzz of London, and as lovely Auntie Sheila pointed out: The newness of it all.

Went to a place called "Gardening Club" in Covent Garden, which really was lots of fun. But what really sticks in my mind is the ride home on the N13 night bus. It was just glorious. Riding through London at three in the morning on the top of a doubledecker red bus. And let me tell you, it seemed like rush hour on Oxford Street, the traffic was unbelievable.

Portobello Road, Notting Hill on Saturday morning (well more afternoon). What an eclectic mix of, well, everything. Though it does seem to be crowded with tourists (I told you I would only complain about the tourists - I'm a real Londoner now ;-) Without the accent, thank goodness!) there was still some authentic London moments.

Now, this is the exciting part. What did Kathleen (the master shopper) purchase?


A cactus.



And tea towels.

Sensational.

After my shopping extravaganza, an indie night at the Oh!bar in Camden. Some really great bands and one quizzical, zany, mock-heroic (having trouble describing him) - well, a weirdo, one man show, accompanied by a silent girl wearing a teletubbies costume. Only in London.
Walked back home through the opulent areas of Hampstead, there was security everywhere. We'd been walking for about ten minutes when this white van with SECURITY emblazoned on its side, started following us down the street (I may point out, the wrong side of the road). Do I look like an axe-murderer to you? Suspicion remains, it might've been Jude Law's house.
Oh yes, also sighted a real live fox about ten metres away from us.
Is it a dog? Is it a cat? It's a fox!

Anyway, must inform you: There is reason to rejoice. The heating has been turned on. Hooray!
For all you continentals, living on the sunny side of life. This is a serious issue. Try living in a shoe box with four windows and single glazing (Einfachverglasung).

Anyway, thank you to all my avid readers...it's nice to know I'm being thought of.

Must dash, the washing's waiting!