In which I learn I am actually a terrible prude...

This morning, as I came up to breakfast, some guy was watching porn.  It turns out that I am actually a terrible prude.  Porn, per say, I don't have an issue with.  It's fine, honest.  But sitting in a room with some strange guy and a bowl of muesli, while... bleurgh!  Although at least his trousers were done up... I think it was when he sighed a contented sigh and lit a cigarette I really felt uncomfortable.  Yurch!

Other than that, life is well.  I've fallen in love with Utrecht, epecially the melancholy, solemn little statue of Anne Frank, with the bunches of flowers someone tucks under her arms, and on a totally different note, the little cafe I had a beer in tonight.  Work is going well, and the people are lovely - I am the proud owner of a supermarket loyalty card and an invitation to dinner with a collegue on Sunday night.  I even have a little room in a couple of days, with a little bunkbed and a door that locks and absolutely no chance of anyone watching porn over breakfast.  my ambitions have become so narrow!  It's on the edge of the Lombok area, which is apparently the multicultural bit with all the interesting delis.  And five minutes from the station.  I'm really excited about it.