Exciting posts.

Well, I guess I am pretty settled in England. The thing with moving to another country is eventually you establish a life there and all your routines return to you. I have been seriously thinking hard about what to post in the blog lately, however I find it difficult to create material. Here is why,

Schedule:

5:00 am - wake up
6:00 am - catch train
7:05 am - arrive at school
8:00 am - 2:30 pm - teach
6:00 pm - arrive at home
8:30 pm - fall into bed exhausted
9:30 pm - zzz

Where do funny things come from? I wrote a recent post and it was about our boiler breaking.
"Oooo great fun. Hilarious insights! What funny anecdotes" - said no one ever.

Here it was:

Hot, hot, heat.


Our boiler broke. To be exact, we believe someone broke it. We were on holiday (which was lovely) when we discovered our flat had been broken into but remarkable, nothing was stolen. However, when we went to turn on the hot water and heating, it was kaputt. 

After nearly a week of no heat/hot water, and many a gym trip to shower... the boiler man was able to get the heat working but only if we kept it running. 

This would be ok if we had some sort of thermostat. We do not. We have heat on, or off. No regulation of temperature whatsoever. We either live in the Arctic, or the Sahara.

Once we left the heat on for almost a solid two days. Mistake. I would shower at night, and wake up with hair still wet, only to discover the water had been replaced with pure sweat.

I will never go back to that. We turned it off, and of course it stopped working. Since then, someone has fixed the boiler again but only temporarily, and they don't know when it won't turn on again.

It is alright though, because I find when sitting in the humid flat, I find my complexion quite fetching. The heat brings about a flush I cannot achieve with cosmetic blushes.

After reading this post, I thought, can I even post this? I want to die reading this and it is MY life. I actually had to live this to write about it. I think I have to make a more conscious effort to find the funny in the mundane. I find I usually think life is at it's funniest when I am into watching ridiculous tv shows like Seinfeld or Arrested Development. However, right now HBO and AMC are making golden dramas. I can't get enough of the heavy material. It is trickling into my worldview though, and I need to break free. Yesterday, I saw someone wearing a dark hoodie and I started to tear up, thinking that they were like Jesse from Breaking Bad and likely addicted to crystal meth, having a soul mate who OD'd, and had no relationship with his parents. Then he stood up, and I realized the hoodie was Burberry and he was probably doing jussstttt fine.

Life needs more laughter. I will try my best.