Tripping 'round the UK...

We left the Travelodge at around 8 am. What I hate about England is
the fact that it gets dark very early (around 4 pm) and it stays dark
untill 8 30 am. Now, imagine my frustration when both of the kids wake
up at 6 am and expect everyone else to be rise and shine. I just can't
open my eyes untill I see some sunshine.
The two coffes I got this morning cost 6 pounds, but if you take into
consideration the exchange rate, its not bad at all. I think that
during the xmass season UK will be on of the cheapest places to shop.
This feeling was supported by the newspaper adds advertising sales of
up to 90%. I don't get this recession thing, and I don't want to get
it as long as I can buy cheap stuff.
Finally after 4 hours in the car we got to the cottage. My father in
law doesn't look a year older than he did when I first met him 8 years
ago. The signs of the Alzheimer are obvious but he's retained his good
sense of humor he's had. It is not that I notice the resemblance
Stefan has with my father in law.
Sharon, as always trying to please us all had prepared me ribs. I
don't know how she can tell what I'm craving at the moment, but she
always does. The presents she got for the kids kept us all bussy for a
few hours.
Once the kids got antsy, we went to Jenny's place. She is Em's sister
and has decided to let us stay there so we don't have to be out in the
cottage with the oldies. She has two kids similar in age to ours so I
expect the children will have good time together.
Its about 4 20 local time, the kids are very quiet somewhere, the
sisters are talking and for rhe first time in 3 days I get to type
this on my blackberry uninterupted.
On the way here, I was discussing with Em how conditioned British
people are. They don't hunk, they don't roadrage, they never show
emotions and, I think that they will let you do pretty much anything
you want and not show any anger.
To prove this, I suggested that I spill coffee on the livingroom
carpet in my in-laws neighbour house to see if they really get upset.
Actually, I would like to see how many times I have to spill coffee on
the carpet to bring out the human in them. I'd call this a social
experiment.
After dinner, which I admit was very delicious, we got to discuss the
shopping list which the Em's sister in law provided... It was full of
generic, pardon me, organic items including organic skimmed milk,
organic peas and bunch of other organic food.
Living in Macedonia for the past 7 years I've grown used to buying
fruits and veggies at the market and this totaly fulfils my need for
organic stuff. I mean, noone can convince me that the plastic looking
flavourless strawberries sellng at Sainsbury's organic section are all
natural and truly organic.
The whole organic thing is just a marketing trick to get more money
off of rich people. Plus, today there are so many things that are
dangerous for you, you should just relax and live every day like its
your last...

Comming up tomorow: Shopping for organic..

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Petar od Blackberry