Now there’s a lot of things you miss about home when you become an expat, your family and friends foremost, then it’s your creature comforts, your favourite foods etc. I always have a good stock of curly wurly’s and god help you if you eat one when you’re visiting, I’ll scratch your eyes right out!! However if feel that I have learnt over the years to adapt and sometime embrace the local food, supermarkets etc. I really miss Arabic food and I’m a bit partial to a bitterballen now and again. However there are some things you can not live without, like a good pair a draws!!, Knickers, pants…whatever you want to call them.
So you can imagine my delight when through the Mama grapevine here I heard Marks & Spencer were coming to town! It can be an absolutely pain to buy decent clothes here, this is where the country lets itself down
and the rude people the clothes are awful, No Next, no Gap, No Carters!! The only decent place to buy children’s clothes here in Haarlem closed down last month, I truly can’t understand why as I thought I was personally keeping it financially stable.
Anyhoo back to Marks & Sparks, I let the dust settle and didn’t go there immediately, I don’t see the point in rushing to a place on the first day its going to be there for a while, plus if I can avoid Amsterdam I do, I can’t stand the place. So off I go on Saturday while my parents babysat, all excited about my new knickers, all of EPD measurements for new shirts & trousers, it felt like christmas.
I walk for bloody miles and miles trying to find the place, eventually I find it, I was expecting it to be the same size as the ones at home. It was tiny, with the smallest little sign ever. I walk in head straight for the clothes section…….umm excuse me where are the clothes? “Oh we don’t sell them in store but you can order them from our website http://www.marksand” …let me stop you there!!! I can order them from the bloody UK website lady, I want to shake her shouting “where are my knickers, shirts & trousers?” I politely smile say thank you *in dutch* and decide to head to the food. There were shelves & shelves of sodding crumpets, now usually this would make me happy but I didn’t want crumpets I wanted knickers, shirts & trousers.
Making the best out of pants situation…hahahaha see what I did there? I did a wee food shop, brought a lovely chicken pie for dinner that night and some….wait for it chicken Kiev!!! CHICKEN KIEV!!! I hadn’t had one for over 3 years, now we’ve been reunited for dinner last evening. It was yummy…who need knickers when you’ve got Chicken Kiev!