This is a strange country.

This is a strange country. Today I saw a squirrel, and tried Worcester sauce flavoured chips.
I’m having a lot of trouble with lunch. I haven’t seen a cafe yet that lists a salad sandwich on their menu, and I’m growing to hate repeating myself, “yes, a sandwich with just salad” (at least in Amsterdam I could ask for a broodje gezond zonder vlees). I’ve learnt never to say yes to ‘mayonnaise’ because it’s usually actually ‘salad cream’.
For some reason I’m listening to Radio L, “playing pop music Liechtenstein style”.