My first morning here, and I can hardly remember it as I have a huge hangover, after a really good night out with cocktails, wine and spicy noodles in a bar / restaurant near here called Souled Out
I want to get up and about, and I drag my hungover sorry arse to the shops downstairs (there are not that many open yet – it’s a brand new complex) and manage to get hold of some washing liquid, ironing board, hooks etc from the local DIY store. I tried to ask for dishwasher tablets but none of the three assistants knew what I was on about and even after trying to act out “dishwashing” they were none the wiser. One of them pointed me toward the toilet seats, and the others just stared blankly at me. I even contemplated pointing to a dishwasher in the electrical shop that I'd spotted somewhere else in the complex, but thought that they would probably think me mad for asking them to follow me round a shopping centre... and in any case I'd be able to pick something up at the supermarket later.
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