Joys of not being in the UK

– Shops don’t close at 4. What joy that is! Not having to rush out at 3:30, hoping against hope that you might just slink past the security guard, one minute before the store closes. Once we’re in, we’re safe, as husband says. Not quite, because we have that voice telling you that you need to get your stuff to be billed in 5 minutes time. What pleasure it is, to be able to stroll out and shop when it pleases you on a Sunday evening.

– I yearn for the rains. I never thought that would happen to me. Not after living in a place where it rains all the time. I guess there is truth in the saying,’Never say never’, after all.

– Not having to carry a jacket – just in case it rains or it gets too cold. It’s true freedom, I tell you.

– Getting someone else to do all the housework – what joy! Although I can see it adding to the inches on my waist.

– Being able to call a store and ask for provisions to be delivered home. There’s nothing like it when you are home alone with a sleeping child and urgently need something before the shops close for the day.

Despite all that, I can’t help feel a tiny bit homesick when I read Bill Bryson’s Notes from a Small Island. Especially when he mentions the familiar places like the Yorkshire Dales or Harrogate. It makes me sad to think that I will probably never go on a drive there, on a Sunday evening, just because there is nothing else that we can do.
Or plan for that holiday in Lake District where all we plan to do is relax, and walk around – which never happens, by the way. Both of us can’t just do nothing on a holiday. Or go back to North Wales and hike up to Snowdonia. Or complain about the rains, the never ending rains – that is fun too, you know. But what I miss most is to be able to walk into a store and get a packet yeast, just because I fancy baking some bread.

See, I told ya. The grass is always greener on the other side.

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23 thoughts on “Joys of not being in the UK

    • I was told that most of the stuff you get easily don’t work. I need to test it all out slowly. I picked up one packet, which seems to work. Touchwood. But I am still to find things like vanilla extract..

  1. πŸ™‚ well well and heyyyyyyyy I went to snowdonia, Up the train, walked back.. and went to that village you said.. Bets-y-coed something .. Did underground cave thing and paintballing etc .. had put some pics too..

    So you had as much fun in Snowdonia as we had πŸ™‚ Did you like Bets-y-coed? We found it incredibly charming πŸ™‚

    I am not complaining as we have SUNNY WARM weather and the last few weekends have been awesome..

    I know! Husband has been giving me daily updates on the gorgeous weather.

    what do you mean shops close at 4 where , you come to biringham indian shops close at 9 πŸ™‚ telling you truth

    Not Indian shops – I meant the regular Sainsburys and stuff on Sundays. After 4, we use do to suddenly feel jobless πŸ™‚ No shopping!
    ps:- my keyboars ‘m’ key has gone kaput so please put the m’s where i have issed .. yeah Missed πŸ™‚

    πŸ™‚

  2. U are so rt about being able to shop till late πŸ™‚
    Just the mention of those places made me miss them too Smithu. Wud luv the holiday tales and pics u used to post and how we could see it all through them πŸ™‚

  3. not having to carry and jacket and having someone else to do the house work takes the cake for me.. winter is about to start here and I am already getting scared of those heavy jackets.. 😦

    • Hearing that makes me glad I’m not in the UK πŸ™‚ Although I am sure to miss those gorgeous boots we get to wear in the UK – one of the few cool things about the UK winter πŸ™‚ And snow πŸ™‚

  4. Hahaha! “I yearn for the rains. I never thought that would happen to me.” I read this and I scrolled down to type grass is greener on the other side!

    And I notice that you’ve already closed the post with this line πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

    I am glad that you are having a good time settling down, Smits. You’re making notes of these li’l moments so beautifully :).

    Its perfectly natural to feel homesick about the place that gave you so many years of wonderful moments. But I am also sure that you will get to make beautiful memories in your current home just as much πŸ™‚

    Take care
    Hugs!

  5. LOL! Yep the grass is ALWAYS greener on the other side.

    This is a post after my own heart.
    Wait, shops close at 4?? That’s on a saturday right? Sainsbury’s was always open till 6pm as far as I could remember. Main shops in oxford street etc. were open even longer. Right?

    I agree with ALL the points you said. I miss the rains….and the cold wind. Even then I would always walk around with a tissue because the wind blows so hard my eyes or nose starts to water, even without me having a cold πŸ˜› I don’t have to do that here, that’s a relief. But I somehow miss it too 😦

    Having part-time help to do housework, and also getting stuff home-delivered are the totally sweet joys (and small – make that BIG – mercies) of being in India. I know I will really miss it the day I move abroad, be it for whatever reason.

    But then in spite of all this, the twinge of missing always remains……. Sigh………

  6. Lol at longing for the rains. I never long for them…in India or here. πŸ˜€ So I can say never!

    Agree on the shops bit for sure. And yes, having domestic help in India is a very fortunate thing whereas overseas, it’s only the very rich that can afford it.

    • πŸ™‚ I never thought I’d yearn for rains – but its so warm and dry here – a few non-disruptive rain spells would do the trick πŸ™‚ Demanding, ain’t I πŸ™‚

      Domestic help is a boon – but you need it in India. It was easier back in the UK, vaccumming did the trick. Here, by evening, I feel that the house is dirty again.

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