Dear Ladies,
Our second expat experience started at the beginning of September, 2001. We moved into a very nice old house in a small village near Leeds, West Yorkshire, and as soon as our furniture arrived we could settle down a bit. Of course, driving on the left side of the road is a very odd experience at first, but you adjust to that very quickly. European televisions don’t work in the UK, and our satellite wasn’t installed yet when 9/11 arrived. Our son called me in the afternoon asking if I knew more about it, but I knew nothing and I had absolutely no idea what was happening/had happened in New York. This was really a weird experience, because this awful event did change the views of our world, and at that particular moment I was not “connected” to it.
Because there was no International Ladies Club in my area (to be honest, there was a ladies club, but only for Chinese women), it was not so easy to meet new people. One of my neighbours introduced me to an art club nearby, and so I went every Friday morning to this club. Very nice and sweet people and lovely to join, but they were all older than me and quite a lot of them much, much older than me. I did have a very good time with them during our 5-year stay, but they weren’t people with whom I could go on a shopping spree or whatever.
More or less the same story with the local golf club, women of my age were at work during the day.
The opposite problem occurred during my English classes; almost all of them were “au pairs” and therefore had different interests.
I did some voluntary work in the hospital. One morning per week I went with my trolley loaded with newspapers, magazines, lemonade, crisps and chocolate (nothing healthy I’m afraid) along the wards. At the beginning, I often didn’t have a clue what the patients were asking for, a lot of sweets and expressions were totally unfamiliar to me. Can of pop, 20 different kinds of mints (Humbugs, Imperial, Murray, Polo, etc). Nurses were very kind to their patients and everyone was called by their first name, something totally uncommon in the Netherlands and Germany. Some parts of the hospital were very old, and some of the wards really huge with 20 beds in one room!!
Not only in the hospital had I learnt new things: At one time, on a hot summer day, I had some workers around the house and I offered them some drinks. I’d bought some fruit juice from the Robinson brand and poured their glasses full, only to realise when they’d left and their glasses still full that you need to dilute this “juice”. They were too polite to complain.
Fries are chips in the UK, and chips are crisps, and in Yorkshire everyone is called “Love”. Good morning, Love; Can I help you, Love?
In 2006 a new assignment came in sight for Hans, and we had to end our stay in the UK and to start all over again in Oman. We were ready for it!!
Cheers, Anja