"Waking"

Just saw my first decent night's rest since I arrived in Exeter. And dreamt about the shelves of the HEMA being stuffed with rows and rows of tins of baked beans. Britishness is creeping in...

Why have I not been able to sleep properly until yesterday? Why do I imagine one of the Netherlands' most trustworthy shops selling substance that is unsuitable for consumption on the occasions of breakfast, lunch, and dinner? This is the full story of a mad plan being executed - this is what happens when you put Anna in Wonderland. But let us "begin at the beginning".