Our lawn mower plugs in (!) and there are no plugs on the outside of the house. Therefore we must plug it in inside, and keep the door open while mowing. Also, there is no way to get the mower into the front or back garden without bringing the mower through the house.
Our kitchen table is smaller than a card table and seats two people officially. Remember, we are a family of five! ;)
We have no clothes dryer so we regulary use our radiator vents to dry our clothes and yes, it's still cool enough here to have them on fairly regularly.
Our windows are screenless, as that's the way they do it in the UK.
We use a skeleton key to get into our front door.
All of the rooms in our house have a door on them, including living room, dining room, and kitchen. We keep them propped open with door stops.
There is not a proper electrical outlet in our bathroom, so I have to plug my hairdyer and curling iron into the bedroom power strip and drag them into the bathroom.
When the gas and electric meter reader comes, he has to come into the house to check the meter, which is under the stairs.
The post comes in through the front door. Sometimes the noise still scares me to death.
When someone in the neighborhood uses their remote to lock their car doors or set their car alarm, our doorbell goes off!
The lightbulbs in our kitchen cost 6 pounds (12 dollars) to replace, and they seem to go out frequently. We've replaced 4 of them already. (There are 6 in all.)
Even though we live in London, we live by a large forest, and we regularly wake up to a family of foxes who like to inhabit our back garden.
Our oven is set to degrees celcius instead of farenheit.
My son is the only one who can operate our DVD player. And our DVDs from home don't work here. Only European DVDs will work in our player.
We have a garage, but it's so small that our van won't fit into it. In fact, most homes in the UK might have a garage, but only for storage purposes, not for housing a vehicle.
Our phone makes a little chirping sound instead of a ringing sound. When we first heard it, we couldn't figure out what it was.
Even with all its funny little quirks, we still say, "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home." When we were coming back from Paris, I couldn't wait to get back to our little place in the world where the beds are cozy, a warm bath can be drawn, and the garden is brimming with foxglove and roses. And foxes. An entire family of foxes.