Last night I was watching tv, the movie I, Robot, which was good fun.
Then I went back upstairs and within a minute I was feeling sick and dizzy and .. well it wasn't pretty. This morning I got up and thought I was feeling ok, but after being in the shop for about an hour I decided it wasn't a good idea to be working today. Instead of walking on air, it seemed I was walking on a really annoying inflatable cushion. So I left work, got some milk and some drink that turned out to be *siroop* and that really makes me happy because I had been looking for that, but unable to find it.
And now I'm at home wondering what to do.
Not sick enough to be lying in bed and not well enough to be walking about.
Soooo.. write a blog!
I had promised something about things burning in the kitchen. Well, when I opened the front door after having arrived there I got hit in the face by a very disgusting sort of smell. It was like a big cloud of smoke was in the hallway and kitchen, except you couldn't see it.
Whereas the Chinese usually have the front door opened when they're cooking, they hadn't this time - for some reason. So I opened the front door, my door and my window, hoping to get some wind through the house. After a little while one of the Chinese came flying past my door, straight into the kitchen. I hurried after him to see what was going on. They were steaming some bread and the lowest saucepan had run out of water, it had gone pitch black. Oh, almost forgot, I made a picture of it after they he had left. I was talking to the guy a bit and then the other Chinese walked into the kitchen he pulled a really funny face and then turned to me straight away and said sorry sorry! I have raised them well.
When I was cooking in the kitchen later on, Tom walked in and we had a bit of a chat. Then he left. Then a minute later he came back: Can I have your number? .. In case I lock myself out. So yay.
And I finally have the papers for my grant sorted out, faxed them to school and they arrived there. It's out of my hands. Now it needs to find its way into my bank account.
I feel like making pancakes, but I haven't got all the ingredients. I've felt like making pancakes for quite some time already actually. One of these days.. might ask Daniella over.. or ask Tom if he feels like having pancakes.
One of them Chinese said he's 30 years old! I wouldn't have thought.
"And how old are you?"
Lol. Turns out they can both write and read English propperly, it's just the speaking and understanding spoken English that is difficult for them. Which I find weird actually. How can you learn how to write and read and *not* pick up how to say things? Funny schooling system. It does explain how they're getting around at uni though.
I explained to him that broccoli was called broccoli in English. =D
Fun with foreigners. Even though I'm a foreigner myself.
In England do not mistake trousers with pants. Not a good idea.
Oh and I learned a saying: it cost me an arm and a leg. Funny how a lot of sayings are similar to Dutch ones, they just use different animals or body parts. You'd wonder why..