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Bree T-Shirt and the English Diary

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The Dead Man in the Closet, A Trojan Horse and Hamlet’s Father’s Ghost

Living in UK is not easy, you have to pay good money to rent old houses which keep bad smells and some ghosts in the corners. Shakespeare is breathing in your neck together with Hamlet, the skull and his father’s ghost. Moving to a new house was a real marathon, succeeded to do it in … Continuă lectura

Luton. With One Boot in Somebody’s Else’s Tray

One Boot in Somebody Else’s Tray   The route to Luton Airport is always surprising, you can never get bored. When you arrive there, if you are lucky to follow the GPS directions correctly and to get there on time, the real surprises just start to occur. Traffic jam. Rude workers. Bad attitude towards clients. … Continuă lectura

Bree T-Shirt and the Warehouse Project. Code Leave

Bree T-Shirt and the Warehouse Project. Code Leave   Every Eastern-European new comer in UK goes through a shock when searching for work. There is plenty, in the warehouses, usually, contracted by agencies, which, as far as I have seen, don’t respect the worker’s rights. The warehouse worker has no right whatsoever if he/she is … Continuă lectura

Bree T-Shirt and the English Diary

Today I have read about the possibility of establishing families through sperm donation. As a sperm donor, you can establish maximum ten families and the process is regulated by NHS. NHS choices displays multiple options for you in this case, under the title Using a sperm donor: what you need to know: “You can use … Continuă lectura

Bree T-Shirt and the English Diary

Today, lots of people and animals passed by my window, they think it belongs to them, together with the pavement, the street and the façade. Once, a Red Cow mistook it for a stable. It wanted to get inside, I couldn’t let it. Finally, the cow left, calling me various names, but something makes me … Continuă lectura

Bree T-Shirt and the English Diary

An ant got into the house today, crawling on the walls, moving in circles in all directions. It seemed panicked. I asked what is wrong, why this agitation. Hesitating, the ant told me that a few days ago, hot chocolate was pouring out on the streets. It sought refuge inside. “Have you ever seen an … Continuă lectura

Can I meet you on Sunday?

“My vixen will come to take it” said the fox. “Why can’t you come?” asked the she-goat doctress, lifting eyebrows under the glasses, inquisitive. “I am working. Can I meet you on Sunday?” the fox asked, leaning forward, trying to look preoccupied and interested. Maybe he was worried about his state of health or it … Continuă lectura