We Have An Allotment Plot!!

Long before the idea of moving to Wales was even in the picture, I once asked my husband about the possibility of us getting an allotment plot. His answer wasn’t very encouraging. He thought that since there were many people wanted to get themselves an allotment plot, it would take years before we were even considered for the plot.

However, last year, just after my visa was approved in December, I thought I would have years in this country anyway. So, why not just give it a try?

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To my surprise, an e-mail came to me last month when I was in Indonesia. Only few weeks after I applied for the plot, I was told that there was a space available for me. If I was surprise, my husband reaction was even more shocked. He never thought that the city council could do it this fast for us.

My husband offered to get the ball rolling when I was in Indonesia. He was more excited than I did.

Our plot was horribly abandoned by the previous renter. Overgrown, and full of rubbish, we only have several weeks until the council send someone to inspect the progress. Last weekend, we had the chance to see, and do something about it.

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Are we going to get something growing this summer? Let’s hope so πŸ˜€

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How About WIP?

Yes 😦 I guess you realised how much I have been trying not to talk about the WIPs. I have to admit that it has been an embarrassingly slow progress with the knitting WIP. I am still on the same cardigan I am trying to make for my sister.

I did bring this project to Indonesia. But I was too busy playing with my little niece, and eating all those nice food, so I kind of neglected the project altogether when I was there.

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On the bright side, the jacket and the dress I made for my niece fits πŸ˜€ She wore the pink one for CNY, and the white one for her baptism ceremony. Out of curiosity, is there any difference between baptism and christening?

The knitting WIP itself, is so far has reached the sleeves bit. One of them. While the body parts are waiting, dangling in the stitch holders.

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The other WIP, as in the cross stitch WIP. I think it is borderline UFO now 😦 I am trying to get back to it soon, but I need more time 😦 Wish me luck guys…

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SNOW!!

Okay… I missed the snow again this year. It’s been the second year I was in Indonesia when the big snow in the UK (read: Norwich) happened. In a way it is a good thing because snow means cold, but yesterday (the last weekend, basically) I woke up to this:

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Snow!

My husband is definitely not happy about the whole snowy thing, because we had to go out and about in the city, and do out allotment. Oh yeah… we’ve got an allotment plot now πŸ˜€ (that’s another story though). Plus… it was his birthday.

Lol. He really doesn’t like snowy birthday.

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For me? Well… It is kind of exciting really, because I haven’t seen of felt snow for awhile now. It is not enough to build a snowman, but hey, who wants to build a snowman anyway. (No, Anna! I don’t want to build a bloody snowman… )

Hopefully it is warmer today as I might want to go for a little shopping trip.

Gotta go. Have a nice day πŸ™‚

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PS. Do you know if you type “have a nice day” too fast, you sometimes end up with “have an ice day“?

It Means… Food!

Horrible flight, finally arrived at my hometown. Mum set up a small welcome celebration… It means FOOD!

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Going to visit my friend in Malaysia, and at the same time having a long awaited holiday there. She thought it would be a wonderful idea to introduce me to the local culture. It means… FOOD!!

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Coming home from Malaysia with a feverish cold, and my aunt thinks the only way to get me recovered from this is by giving me a good nutrition. It means… FOOD!!

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Chinese New Year is coming. And in the CNY Eve, the whole family gathered in my aunt’s home. We had fun and celebration. It means… MORE FOOD!!

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The next day, the CNY day… gave red envelopes to little nieces and nephews. More people coming, and now wishing each other health, happiness, and abundance. I know what is abundant… FOOD!!

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Seriously, I haven’t gone to see my scale now. I don’t dare to look at the current number lol. But meh… who cares? Not me. Not now.

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The Flight…

I’ve flown hundreds of times. Probably thousands. I can’t say that I am a seasoned traveller, but I travel often and so far… travelling was easy. But this last trip to Indonesia was horrible. It is borderline traumatic, and I can understand why this kind of experience could make some people giving up travelling altogether.

It started with the day I left the UK. My husband took me to Norwich airport just in time when I received this:

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When I asked the officer in the check in counter, she told me that she is going to rebook me a flight — she hinted that the next flight from Norwich might be full, as few flights before have been cancelled as well. That’s not good enough, because I have a domestic flight in Indonesia — and that’s what I informed the lady in the counter.

Long story short, I caught a direct flight from London to Jakarta few hours later. KLM paid for the taxi that took me there. Good enough, it was just tiring.

Then I got a bit of problem entering Malaysia when I went there to visit my friend. Apparently my passport’s quality is so poor that scanner couldn’t pick the barcode. The Malaysian immigration officer told me that many passports made in the Embassies has this problem.

Not a big deal, really… But I don’t like being sent to a special room, waiting for my passport being investigated.

Anyway… This holiday in Malaysia was awesome. Like Indonesia, Malaysia has an interesting and rich culinary culture. Going there with a local is definitely an advantage, because I could get to eateries where only locals would know about. But I will talk about Malaysia a bit later.

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The last part of the trip is this flight back to Norwich. I received THIS, when I was waiting for transfer in Amsterdam.

Wait… Okay, I have to say that it is funny. It is annoying, and it is tiring, but the text was definitely funny. However, I could not just laugh out loud in front of a bunch of angry people. That is not cool.

KLM got me rebooked again, and it is fine. I mean, if the problem is the weather, then there was not much the airlines could do. But I have to say that I don’t like the other airport I was sent to. I am talking about the immigration gate.

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I know… I know that they need to be extra careful for some reasons. I can understand if they need to be more thorough with everything. BUT, I don’t think that they need to be intimidating and rude too. The immigration and security officers in Norwich areΒ far more humane, and polite, and kind. They do their job without having to humiliate people.

You know what? I can understand every single words they’re talking behind the immigration gates. When they giggled and mumbled about “so many immigrants”. Oh yes we do speak English, and some of us even speak English better than they do. The officers in Norwich never did this. They might talk about us, but at least they have the decency and professionalism not to let us hear it.

Anyway, that immigration bit is the worst part of the journey. The bus ride home was bearable, although I did want to go to the loo, but the bus toilet was out of order 😦 See? Holding my wee for 3 hours was more bearable than the 5 minutes in that immigration gate. That’s how traumatic it was.

I am glad I am home though…

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