A day in Windsor... Felt good to see people that care about what they wear... compared to Reading... Tons of tourists too which I actually don't mind at all, makes you feel "part of the crowd"... :)
The castle
Windsor
A local florist in Windsor (thank God they don't have earthquakes in this country... this house would not last a second..)
Finding good food in Windsor
You do get hungry by walking around in Windsor, so we decided to stop at a tapas place. It looked kinda nice, not fancy nice, but cool. You could tell they put some effort into the design and comfort, so you would think that they would do the same about the food. But then when we got the food we remembered... we were in UK. Not even the poor Indians have been able to spice up these Brits, even after 50 years of trying... It tasted NOTHING. Now you would think, when you order a paella, even these soggy little devil beans would taste at least something that it has been mixed with, but you are wrong. They don't even taste the water they have been boiled in.
You would also think that when you order something called spicy, it would at least taste a bit more... but then you are wrong again... it tasted only the fatty oil they were swimming in...
The beans the tasted nothing!

The "spicy" sausage, that tasted nothing but oil.
Again, I'm really trying to stay positive, so I took a picture of something that I did like at the restaurant. I found it in the ceiling, it was a heater. It was bright light, it was warm and it was the opposite of everything else that I could find!
The light and warm moment of the day
Finding a gym in Windsor
Part of the mission today was to find a gym in Windsor. We went to 2 places. The first one was a local little club called "The Windsor Club". Now if you think that sounds charming, think again.... it was a tiny little crappy place where the bar in the gym (yes, do I need to remind you we are in UK, of course they have a bar at the gym!!) was bigger than the weight training "corner". And the honestly had more different types of alcohol, beer on draft than I could find equipment that I could work out with... Oh, do I need to say that the places smelled like a British bar too, yes.... alcohol and sweat!
The second place is called Windsor Leisure Centre. It also stank badly, but it was not only from sweat.... you see, in the WHOLE gym AND swimming area (where it was really hot and very humid) they had a full thick and soft carpet. No, I'm not "pulling your leg". It was a baby blue carpet that I'm sure other people in UK also have in their living room. However, they did NOT have a bar full of alcohol and they did have quite a lot of equipment, including a indoor soccer hall.
Ok, so now over to the next shock with this place... the board on the wall that lists the personal trainers.... Ok, seriously, I'm not super fit, but I would like to be. So, you enter a gym and you look for a personal trainer.... do you want some one to inspire you, some one that you can take the advise from seriously, some one that might even look a bit like you would like to look like, well in that case... Fire ALL people on that board. 90% of the trainers were seriously FAT and the rest 10% were bony... not skinny/slim... no... they look like they had NO muscle at all.... I must admit, I think I had more muscles on my arms than the skinny people on that board. So, back to the fat asses... The women... I could not tell what level on the front side of their body that was boobs or bellies.... (yes, they had several)... and you know who also had boobs? THE MEN!! But then it is of course called "bitch tits". Now tell me... to get pushed around at a gym, take exercise advice and nutrition guidance from people that are not chubby, but FAT... How is that going to inspire me to work harder? How will I be able to think that what they say actually is going to help me?
And if that is the way they look, why are they working as a personal trainer? They must only do it for the money... cause they can't seriously want to help others if they can't manage to help them selves!?
I mean, who wold go to a dentist that has horrible teeth?
Finding a real estate agency in Windsor, on a Sunday....
In Windsor, we were trying to meet up with a real estate agency, but of course, they are closed on a Sunday. How silly of us to think a real estate agency would be opened on a day when families and most people are not working so the can view new homes.... Duh....
Anyway, the selected agency, that actually had a few nice apartment on their website did have a window with some apartments in too. For once, something in UK is a bit high-tech and they actually had a monitor with looping homes for sale and rent. Although... this is what is said on the monitor: "A truly professional Estate Agency Practice" perhaps you can't see it cause the professional agency has not updated and installed the LogMeIn version that they apparently downloaded...
The "truly professional Estate Agency Practice" that was so professional that we could not see the offerings...
Finding a car (?) on our way to Windsor
On our way to Windsor I spotted this car... don't ask me how the hell this door ended up back there, but it looks ridicules!!!
Silly looking "car"
Finding food in Reading that won't kill ya'
Back in the nice town Reading P' needed to eat dinner. As all grocery stores (except the emergency stores around the corner) close around 4pm here on Sundays, we hit the Chinese takeaway on our street. Ok, first of all, the names on the menu kinda kicked my stomach content around a bit, and then I saw the fish tank and what the water in there looked like, and all of the sudden I was not hungry any more. I thought, if that is how they treat something alive... how will they treat the dead animals that people eat... Nah, not for me thank you. P order something from the menu and while waiting for his food he reads on a "diploma" on the wall. The diploma is from some type of food health inspection organization... and on the diploma it states that this restaurant has earn "Level 2"..... I mean, why even bother to put up that diploma, why even have it framed? Why not just toss it in the fish tank?
P kinda lost his appetite too, but decided to try out the food anyway.
Back at the shoebox he got a bit nervous about getting sick from the food, so he did what I use to do to avoid getting sick: drink alcohol. Now, you don't want to waste that nice 16 year old Lagavulin unless you truly feel like enjoying it... and we did not have any Jameson in the shoebox at this time... so he cracked open one of the vodka bottles. You can absolutely trust an absolute! :)
And no, the fortune cookie did not give any message that would indicate that this year would get by any faster or better... not even when you ad "in bed" after the message, as a dear friend of mine taught me. :)
Food and stomach medicine at the same time - very classy...
Finding something I liked
Yes, trying to stay positive, I actually did see something I liked today, no, not the god damn car you silly.... I meant the dog!!!
Cute dog!
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The positive thought for today:
I would have to give the "thumps up" for cute dog. No doubts there!
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