A whole new world!

Well shit. Here we go. Landed from fieldwork in Egypt. Here in the UK to begin my new life as a gaming archaeologist.

There is no good place to start this story.

So instead ill jump in about my personal and probably widely regarded as accurate descriptions of the UK…

The first thing to know about the UK in winter, is that it is fucking cold.

Having just come from 6 weeks in a desert I was not exactly well attired for the ball-shrinking cold that awaited me out of Gatwick.

In retrospect a summer dress and sandals was never going to be an appropriate choice for a winter climate. And I regretted my life choices the second I stepped off the plane. And continued to regret my life choices for the next hour of waiting at the baggage rack, where apparently heating is some kind of new-fangled luxury not afforded to incoming passengers.

On the upside, despite the cold, I looked fab-u-lous. Darling. One woman remarking: That is a darling dress, but aren’t you cold?

I wanst about to let these british folk get one up on me. So I lied. NO IM FINE ITS PERFECTLY WARM. DON’T EVEN CARE.

Sure showed them. Dealing with a badass here.

Yeah.

The second thing to know about the UK is that there is a strange obsession with tea and food in general here. Since arriving I have been treated like a recovering anorexic, with food being shoved in my face every 2 seconds and prompt insistence that its rude to refuse eating it. Mince pies, turkey, ham, chocolate, tea, tea, tea, ham, scones, tea, pork pie, tea. The list of things one must eat is actually unfathomable. Quite possibly being as extensive as the known universe itself.

In light of this, once it becomes warm enough to not die on the inside everytime I step outside the house I will have to begin a regime of running to balance out the insane amounts of food I am currently being force fed.

My new abode is located in an old barn, in the middle of nowhere. Ducks and other forms of wildlife are prolific around these parts. This is quite abit different to the warm, noisy city living I had become accustomed to in NZ. However, its quite beautiful. So provided I don’t get mauled by a fox or other form of wild creature I will quite enjoy the scenic vistas of this place.

That’s all for now.

Time to go post recruitment threads on etf2l and apply to some archaeological jobs.

And drown slowly in billions of cups of tea.