Carbs And The Appeal Of Foreign Supermarkets

What is it that makes foreign supermarkets so appealing? After 2.5 months in London, I still feel urged to try everything on offer. Well, everything containing carbs, sugar and empty calories, that is. We all know that feeling, right?! Stepping into a foreign supermarket and getting all excited about the aisles and aisles of ‘new’ food to explore? 

Little Country Bumpkin Me

Anyone who’s read the ‘About’ section of my blog knows that I originally hail from a picturesque, but tiny Dutch village with more cows than people as inhabitants. Needless to say, I grew up knowing almost everyone there and Queen’s Day, the yearly fancy fair and summer parties were events well worth looking forward to. That said, having travelled a fair bit, I assumed moving to London would be a doddle. Nothing would faze me. I’d seen it all, remember? Well, think again…

The Beginners Guide To Finding The Perfect Houseshare

With the job hunt out of the way, time has come to start my next hunt: the perfect houseshare. It’s already been something of a shock leaving my beautiful apartment in Holland behind and finding myself paying over £ 500.00 for just a bedroom – sharing kitchen, bathroom and living room with three others. I’ve been lucky the first time around, but as my stay in Queen’s Park is only temporary, it’s back to scouring the web again.

London’s Free Newspapers

Your average tube journey in London starts with someone stuffing a free newspaper in your hands – Metro in the mornings and London Evening Standard on your way back at the end of the day. Even when you manage to avoid the ‘newspaper boys’, the trains are littered with left newspapers. Although I’m not a particular fan of either Metro or Evening Standard, I just can’t resist scanning the headlines over the shoulder of the person next to me.

PA Wants A Manager

I wonder if this tv show format would work as corporates answer to, oooooh let’s say, Farmer Wants A Wife. Come to think of it, my current manager and my father would probably rather see me as a contestant on the Dutch version of the latter in the hopes of keeping me in Holland. And in my father’s opinion, there’s hardly a better match than a down to earth, hardworking (his words), strong and handsome (my words) farmer.

Decluttering

For those of you who watched one too many episodes of Trash to Cash: no, I’m not that bad. But especially my family knows that one of my special talents is collecting clutter. Unfortunately, I haven’t inherited the tidy gene from my grandmother and mum.

It’s London Calling

Right, here goes. Practically decided about moving to London and I. Am. Terrified. Like I haven’t been dreaming of living abroad for the last 10 years. Why this panic?