Dorchester Court is rapidly reminding the two of us of good ol' Prud'homme. We haven't gone into any detail yet about the racist, sexist yobbo who lives across from us and screams non-stop for 4 hours every day, but he was at it full force this afternoon.
Also, there's the suspicious "Mary, joo-Wanna?" smell that we sometimes smell at night.
Oh yes, and the rather high turn-over rate of tennants in the area so we never know who our neighbours are.
And of course, the sexy blond guy downstairs who plays either 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' or that song from Karate Kid 2 at full volume at least once every day (I tink it's his theme song...)
And today we were treated with a mysterious visit from the police all afternoon, as they snuck around our building, talked to people and when we asked them what was up, couldn't divulge any information.
So yes, geting alot closer to what we're used to but not quite. God bless the good ol' days!
And I haven't even gotten on to the mysterious ice cream truck that visits our compund every once in a while... Anyway, I must go and assemble my egg salad sandwich!
(Or as they say in England, egg mayonnaise...