still have a firm standing on my 'little Britain' claim, all i can say really is that it is a good job that i went to Zimbabwe first where i had my first major culture shock as i wouldn't have managed it here if not!
am currently staying with a distant branch of the family on my fathers side, not of the Moore variety but the Jones side, or Espley-Jones as the South African dwellers chose to change themselves to over a hundred years ago. seems there are members of our clan spread far and wide over this global neighborhood of ours, pretty good for me as a traveller!
they live in a HUGE house with a heated outside pool, rooms with big ceilings, hight tech security, so i am probably more safe here than i have ever been in my life! there is not only a sky high gate and a constant both day and night patrol of cops but also an alarm system for outside during the day and in the night it also runs across the house. this means that i cant go for any sleepwalk wanderings as i'd be prone to set it off. and this is no mamby-pamby system either - if it goes of the cops get here pronto to investigate. serious stuff.
but what was the most shock i have to say was to discover a fully stocked fridge and snack cupboard. you would not believe my eyes at the sight of a dresser laden with chocolate easter eggs, bunnies, marshmallow eggs, Lindor truffles (you know those red ones - it is so long since i have seen them that i have forgotten what the official name is for them), jars full of coloured sweets (the big, old fashioned lollyshop variety), then a WHOLE CUPBOARD of chocolate digestives, finger biscuits, custard creams, pink wafers (not waffers Achacha if you are reading this!), and more varieties of which i cannot even describe. and that is not to mention the crisps!
i tell you, there was more variety than a large Zimbabwean supermarket.
so obviously the 'slim up' idea has been quite rightly thrown out the window in favour of the delights of this new discovery. Milton has said that i must help myself as if not he will feel that he has to offer me things all the time and that would become tiresome leading him never to invite me over again. so dairy milk double decker it is for breakfast!
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