Ah, the things I don’t understand about the British. You might think there wouldn’t be all that many, considering I am married to one and have lived in this nation before. How wrong you’d be. Now, where to begin?
How about here:
Half-size refrigerators. I do not understand them though I know that, with British houses generally being quite small, there isn’t always room for a standard-size fridge. This particular refrigerator doesn’t even have a freezer compartment, and all of our freezer food goes out into the garage, where the full-size freezer resides. Also in the garage is a full-size refrigerator. We do not enjoy this trek into the garage, which takes us through one, two, three, four doors leading from kitchen, to dining room, to the living room, into the room where we store all of our boxes and extra stuff we will not unpack until we own our own home, and then into the garage.
No, we do not enjoy this.
I also do not understand the lack of closets. In our bedroom, we have two wardrobes, which are free-standing pieces of furniture where we hang our things. We went out to look at some newly built homes the other day and, again, for the majority of bedrooms, no closets built in. This includes a lack of coat closets downstairs, so where do you hang your coat? Well, in the house we are in now, you very conveniently have a rail of hooks in . . . the downstairs bathroom. Now, as I said to my husband when we first moved in, “I am not hanging my coat in the same place where I pee!” Though I may or may not have said “pee.”
And what about you, dear reader? Any mysteries of the British you’d like me to attempt to explain? Or perhaps there are some you can clear up. Stay tuned, because I have loads more to share.