Bars
One of Bruce's colleagues recommended somewhere for happy hour on Friday, at the back of a little café in town. Turns out that you had to buy tickets for your drinks (a bit weird), and then there was virtually no one there (it was quite early), but there was a middle aged man doing the DJing, which was super loud. And he was doing shout outs. We left after one drink.
We then went to a 'pub', where the barman hissed at Bruce when he ordered our drinks and an elderly gentleman told us that if we were going to get divorced it would be much better for Bruce if we did so in Bermuda rather than in the UK.
"Fake" tan
My feet basically look like I've put fake tan on them really badly. I've been wearing the same pair of sandals pretty much every day, so I have odd white marks across my feet and some of my toes are half tanned, half white as ever. It looks completely ridiculous - unless I just keep wearing the same shoes...
My hair is also a bit of a disaster - it's now so curly and frizzy that I have 3 - 4 inches of extra head width on both sides of my head. Bruce now likes to tell me that I look very hairy; I have such a nice husband.
Banking
Convinced that this must be a hotbed of credit card fraud - not only do they not have chip and pin here, but no one even checks that your signature matches the one on your card. In fact, the person on the till doesn't even get a look at your card at all... you swipe it yourself and sign on an electronic keypad thing most of the time.
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