Tenterground

I went to the doctor this morning. I needed to register with the nurse. A lovely lady who sat down to talk to me, making jokes and took time to help me with my stuff. She even gave me two addresses that I need to check for work. She said I'll get paid there to look for a job, isn't that funny? Shouldn't really abuse the system though... I might have a job opportunity already, just need to be patient and see how things evolve. I have enough to do over here so there is no rush.

Next week I'll have to see the doctor in person, I met him briefly today and shook hands with him, he seems to be a really nice gentleman. They're all nice and funny; making jokes all the time. No grumpy people at all. Can't be true, please pinch me! I'm registered now so I don't need to worry about this anymore. I will be able to get my medication and guess what, it's free... Yeah that saves me 180 Euros per month! I think the system here is slow, but in a nice way, relaxed. I don't have a problem with that at all and I don't mind having to come back three times [Tuesday will be the third time].

I was there yesterday already and have spoken to another really nice man, who helped me out with the registration forms. He told me his ancestors came from Rotterdam and that there is a Dutch section in London where all the Dutch immigrants had moved into about 220 years ago. A. didn't know about this when I told him. I would really like to go there and see what it is like these days. The name of the place is "Tenterground". This morning when I came in, the man gave me a pile of papers. All the pages that he had found on the internet and that he had printed for me about the Tenterground, isn't that sweet?

I'll write more about this once I've been there; promise!