Tenterground

I went to the doctor this morning. I needed to register with the nurse. A lovely lady who sat down to talk to me, making jokes and took time to help me with my stuff. She even gave me two addresses that I need to check for work. She said I’ll get paid there to look for a job, isn’t that funny? Shouldn’t really abuse the system though… I might have a job opportunity already, just need to be patient and see how things evolve. I have enough to do over here so there is no rush.

Next week I’ll have to see the doctor in person, I met him briefly today and shook hands with him, he seems to be a really nice gentleman. They’re all nice and funny; making jokes all the time. No grumpy people at all. Can’t be true, please pinch me! I’m registered now so I don’t need to worry about this anymore. I will be able to get my medication and guess what, it’s free… Yeah that saves me 180 Euros per month! I think the system here is slow, but in a nice way, relaxed. I don’t have a problem with that at all and I don’t mind having to come back three times [Tuesday will be the third time].

I was there yesterday already and have spoken to another really nice man, who helped me out with the registration forms. He told me his ancestors came from Rotterdam and that there is a Dutch section in London where all the Dutch immigrants had moved into about 220 years ago. A. didn’t know about this when I told him. I would really like to go there and see what it is like these days. The name of the place is “Tenterground”. This morning when I came in, the man gave me a pile of papers. All the pages that he had found on the internet and that he had printed for me about the Tenterground, isn’t that sweet?

I’ll write more about this once I’ve been there; promise!

Noticeable Oddities of the Day:

Everyone is so kind and helpful, amazing! They take time to sort things out for you and you don’t even have to ask for it. If they hear you’re Dutch it seems to be the magic word and opening new dimensions, no kidding! I never thought I would love to tell people that I’m Dutch… *LOL* Thing is, I heard twice today that people believe I’m English. I seem to be good at it and they wouldn’t believe me when I told them I’m Dutch.

Moody Blues

I’m feeling a bit down lately so I’m not in a talkative mood to be honest, that’s why I didn’t write on here yet. I’ve spent the last couple of days cleaning the house and sorting out boxes. I feel very dizzy because of the medication I’m taking. I’m taking a quarter a dose now every other day and I still have major side effects such as panic attacks in the middle of night, bad dreams, sweating, dizziness, tingling sensations, tiredness, vivid dreams, muscle spasms, nausea, difficulty concentrating, difficulty remembering things or poor mood. Especially poor mood… :(

I received a very sweet email today which made me feel better, thank you Inci, I hope you had a very nice introduction day today?! And I do miss your lovely lunch!!! I will sort out some of the pictures I promised earlier and put them online. I’ve sorted out most of the boxes and still have to rearrange my desk and computers. The lounge is almost finished, the bathroom is finished, our computer room is almost finished and last but not least I still need to clean up my clothes… Something I’m not looking forward to but it has to be done at some point. So I’m off again, sorting out my desk and comps. First things first right?

Will upload some piccies later, that’s a promise! Oh by the way, I noticed something:

Noticeable Oddities of the Day:

I hear police cars all the time. They are so noisy out here. I asked A. why that is and he said; ‘this is the city of crime and each time you hear a police car you’ll know someone did crime…’ I found that a bit hard to believe to be honest, I find the area we live in quite laid-back, there is hardly any noise, so much better than where I used to live. No screaming, no dog poo, no loud traffic etc. Just the noise of police cars.