It is Sunday morning, I wake up when there's no sun shines on me yet.
Typical UK's weather, grey and glommy.

Isn't this I am looking after? I started to ask myslef.

Isn't it looked good on the picture, yet in the reality, it is another story.

I get use to here, the weather, the people, the dogs and the roads.
I love the candies here, the traditional English's candies.

What's your next? I started to ask, and I know, my next would be never ends.