The Things I Miss...

It's sad that since I started this blog all I seem to have done is complain.
Some of you may be thinking: "A., what are you moaning about? You are living outside the UK in the wonderful city of Buenos Aires, Argentina. You are getting paid three times more than the "average wage" there, all your flights are paid for and you have free accomodation within a two minute walk from work. What the fuck is your problem...?

Well, these are the things I miss:

1. A normal bed: The flat is shared with a 6ft gay Norweigan who hates Americans, but loves the Kardashians. I am sleeping on a camp bed until he moves out and I get his bedroom.  Thank you boss for treating me like a fucking child and not a teacher.
2. A normal bedtime: "Coming out for a drink?", I am asked. What time? Meet around 3.... in the morning.  Um. Yeah, when the UK thinks about closing time, BA people (Portenos) are finishing eating and going out. And pubs don't exist here - it's either clubs or restaurants. Sensible bedtime please.
3. A lock on the bathroom: Good luck finding one of these...
4. A release from paranoia: I'm going to get mugged. It's just a matter of time. And I will just have to ask nicely that they don't stab me with the broken bottle they are holding against my throat.... this may never happen, but if I don't think about it, then it WILL happen (only today a young American guy from the school got jumped by 5 people on his way home).
5. A green field or a mountain: I would quite happily kill a gay Norweigan for a view of Snowdon right now.

Other things include: HP sauce, Monster Munch, family, friends (all of you bastards), bacon butties, Wotsits, the dog, a descent cuppa, getting pissed in Spoons and going to bed at midnight, pub quizes (pubs come to think of it), and many, many more...........

Good news is I'll be home in December.
Whether that is to stay, I don't know.
One thing is for certain, I'm not coming back here!!!
Maybe I can find something nice to say next time...
Ciao ciao,
A.