- Aug 4, 2016
Hilarious!!We were Tunis, but a suburb called Ezzahra and a village called Khelidia....they were dives!
In Ezzahra, mostly people paid no attention to me, but they all thought I was Tunisian anyway.
In the village, I was like the local freakin attraction, as it's small, so everybody knew I was the English woman...and they had mostly not ever seen an English woman before.
I'm telling ya....it was phlegm!
Every day, on waking up...my rat would go into the KITCHEN and make these strange, guttural sounds from the base of his throat....it was so loud!! Then he would spit the phlegm into the kitchen sink
It made me and his mother gag!
I've seen these behaviours from them in England too.
I used to run the F&F clothing department...they used to do it and it landed on the clothes and floor
Our waste bill was through the roof, so we were taught to wipe them down with baby wipes when possible...and put them back on display
Bare that in mind next time you're in the fitting room of a clothes store, trying on outfits
And sheep! The village was full of goats and sheep....huge herds of them casually strolling down the street