55a Frederick Rd
Actually, I'm, alas, uncertain about the last line there. Should it say "England?" "United Kingdom?" Or what? I live in England, and I know it's a small part of the whole country, much like Holland is but two provinces of the Netherlands. But what is the name of the country in which I live? What's the difference between "United Kingdom" and "Great Britain?
While I'm on these sorts of questions: What's a licenced restaurant? What's an off-licence shop? Does "going around with your dog" mean brining her to the country or just to that particular establishment? How did I end up in a city with even worse weather than The Hague? Why are posh british accents like nails on a chalkboard? It doesn't matter if they look out the window and just say, "oh, it's raining again" I want to bash them with my laptop and shout "shut up, you insufferable twit!" but maybe that's what comes of eating tiny, cheap jelly donuts for breakfast and the resultant sugar crash.
In other news, my dog is a health and safety violation. Um, because she's rabid and will rip your throat out. And she covers floors with all sorts of dirt and germs that could not have found it's way indoors through any other means, especially not shoe bottoms.
I'm so dumb. Never ask permission! Just do it and when somebody tells you that it's not allowed say that you've already been doing it for weeks with no problem.
This country is extremely paranoid. I mean, I'm glad to finally live someplace where they've heard of smoke alarms. But the sheer number of fire regulations here . . . all explained to me in detail. I had to ask if the building burst into flame every tuesday. They act as if EVERYTHING is a ticking time bomb. The building will burn to the ground any moment now. the dog will go mad an attack. The kids will go mad and attack (why else are there so many stupid surveillance cameras in the student lounge?)