Clee House Hotel
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So I've been writing this update for about a month now, I've finally gotten around to posting it. I thought I'd give an update talking about what it is like to be an Australian in England. I am lucky enough to have amazing friends, though they do like to tease me. They like to call me a convict, thought they claim its all just 'banter'.
I've had some trouble with slang and variations in Australian and British English. Some which I expected to be an ...
... all my lecture rooms. This was a bit of a struggle, particularly on the first day when I had a tutorial in the Cohen building. For those from UOW, it's almost as bad as Building 19.
I've been getting on really well with my housemates. They are such a fun bunch of people. Because they're are so many of them, there is always somebody up to hang out, so I'm never lonely. There aren't many Aussies around, so when I do get things from home it is ...
... country. They have all adopted me as the resident Aussie and accepted me as family.
Classes start on Monday and I am actually excited for them. I'm ready to settle down and get back into the routine. Once I get settled and know what my timetable and assessment schedule are like I'll be able to start thinking about taking weekend trips and where I want to go for my holidays. ...
... city centre. I went on a shopping trip to get all the essential items and we had a fun time trying to carry everything home on the bus.
There are two weeks worth of welcome events coming up. I suppose I should go to my classes too.... :) I'm taking 'Spanish', 'The Modern Hispanic World' and 'Colonisers, Convicts and Consumers'. I am excited to start classes again as it has been over 3 months since I finished Autumn semester back home. ...
My main aim of the trip was to find any living descendants of my grand uncle Arthur who was left behind in Hull as a baby when my Grandfather was a toddler.
My Grandfather Ernest was born in Australia in 1903 but when he was he was 15 months old, he fell out of his high chair and became paralysed.
His parents decided to sacrifice their savings and get specialised advice in England. His father Abraham stayed on the farm working while ...