Settling back in…

I’ve now been back at my father’s place for four days. Trying to settle in England is difficult. After living in the US for 14 years, I’m finding it nearly as hard as backpacking around
Europe.

The first bar I went into alone I was hit on by a very strange man wearing a fedora and dark sunglasses, who, within five minutes of sitting next to me proceeded to say I should seriously think about getting myself a push-up bra.

I paid a visit to the doctor’s and was informed I had five minutes to talk about one problem only. Oh, and no pushchairs/strollers allowed in the waiting room. Not that I have a baby who requires four wheels but I did feel sorry for the mother who had to drag in her twins and an infant. I thought about it after I’d left the doctor’s office but I wonder if they ban wheelchairs, too….

The money’s different (they even have two pound coins now) and so are the accents, and as far as writing goes, all of my Americanisms are “garbage.”

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