I don't know why I hate Sundays so much. Maybe its because its cloudy and I think I have SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) - two winters in one year isn't going to help, lol. Maybe its because I actually start my placement tomorrow - the reason I am here. Or maybe its because for the third bloody day in a row the girls have dragged me around bargain shop after f*****g bargain shop to slowly upgrade their cutlery sets and buy more shoes. Jesus!
I think living with 3 girls is beginning to turn me into a metrosexual. Today for some reason I actually bought a "man-bag" for work. "It's a bargain", they kept saying until I finally caved in. I am in desperate need an injection of pure, unadulterated, testosterone / lager fuelled male orientated BANTER! (and maybe a game of darts?)
I really don't want to start work at the hospital tomorrow. It is going to be so difficult. Not only is my dietetic knowledge limited by default, but ALL of the food and food culture is different here, as you may have noticed if you read my "Pub Culture" post. I just came back from the supermarket with a load of bananas with red tips waxed onto them...what is that about!!
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