Just another Wednesday

Oskar has learned a new word – katki. It means broken and it means that everything has to be broken in order for him to be able to demonstrate that he can say that it’s broken. As soon as I walked in the door last night, he took his space ship, threw it on the floor so the door detached (it clips back in) and shouted with joy “Katki! Katki! Katki!”.

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I feel like my life is starting to come out of hibernation. My diary is filling with dates of events, trips and visitors. Finally, winter is over and something is starting to happen again.

This Sunday we’re going to Woking (40 km southwest of London) to see bunnies! One of my Estonian friends here at work has invited a bunch of Estonians over for lunch and she happens to have 5 rabbits. Oskar will love it as his Wererabit addiction continues so much that no one can say the word rabbit or dog or he’ll run to the TV and demand “arrgghh.”

For Easter all four of us are going to Brighton. The plan was to fly somewhere warm like the Canary Islands, but budget constraints and general travel related hassles when flying with a child meant that we decided to stay local. Brighton is a town on the south coast of England and an only an hour away by train. We’ll be able to see the sea again and most importantly, we’ll be able to see life outside this big dirty dump they call London.

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London is dirty indeed. There’s garbage everywhere. On the streets. On the train tracks. On the ground. In people’s back yards. In people’s front yards. Mom has been cleaning the front and back of our building every day because 1) people are not able to put their rubbish in the bins and at night either the wind or the foxes rip open the bags that are on the ground 2) people dump their used furniture/building materials/clothes on the lawn without bagging them 3) neighbors dump their rubbish over the fence onto our yard because they’re either dumb or ignorant or just plain mean. Mom busted them doing it today and since she’s the one that does lots of the cleaning every day, she is NOT happy. I wanted to pay those pigs a little visit tonight, but their gate is padlocked. I’ve learned recently that there’s a word for all this – NFL – normal for London.

This is what was dumped over the fence onto our front yard today… I am speechless…