1: I currently live in Belgium, and in a house with bidets. I use one to soak my feet and the other is stuffed full of my make up bag, as dh has hogged all the bathroom shelving. The last time I used a bidet in anger was just after giving birth as ds had scratched me on the way out. He is 23 next month!
If the l/l took the bloody bidets out, I could have a bathroom upboard!
2: ID cards. Dh is used to them as he has always had to carry one for work (HM Forces), but I hate not being able to pop across the road without one. When we had the mandatory police visit there was astonishment that the UK didn't have ID cards - how do you control your population was the question.
I went to change my address at the bank - have you told the Gemeente - we can't do anything until you've told them. I'd be very pissed off if my UK bank wouldn't change my address until I had proved I'd told the Local Authority. Too much inter linkage between the different parts of your life with an ID card.
4: Hard floors. They. drive. me. insane. I am sooo looking forward to moving back to the UK and putting my feet on carpet in the morning; being able to walk barefoot on carpet. I don't mind floorboards and rugs, but the tiled floors here, be they marble or very old terracotta as we have in the current house are not that welcoming.
6: My cats have caught more rats and mice in Belgium than they have in Cornwall.
8: You might like to read the AIBU school uniform thread. It's about getting the kids to realise that there are rules and dress codes that they will have to conform to. It's also about a corporate school identity and taking pride in that.
9: Mmmm. I live in a 1770s house in Belgium. The front door doesn't fir properly; we get draughts through some of the windows, and the kitchen floor gets wet with rain coming under the door if the wind is in the wrong direction. The walls aren't dead straight, but I like that, it adds charm, and makes it seem like a home as opposed to someone who thinks a home should have straight lines and look like a drawing from a geometry text book. Yuck. If a property is older it needs to breathe, and some draughts are a good thing.
I am dreaming of course that there are cave houses in Italy (Matera?) that don't seem to have straight lines?
Having lived in three houses in Belgium now, I have to say that the best constructed and most solid is the one from the late 1700s, as opposed to the one built for renting in the 1980s, and the renovated one from the 1930s. The electrics and plumbing in all three were and are very dodgy though. I can't get my head round having sockets in the bathrooms for the hair-drier! The 1770s house is solid, as is my 1837 house in the UK. Compared with my Mum's 1980s place, give me an older property with good thick walls any day.
Your whole take OP seems to be that the UK is not 'civilised'. Having lived in Belgium for 13 years now, I think the UK is very civilised, no weird practices such as 13 or 14th month payments; you get punished for speeding, and if you are banned, you are banned, not allowed just to have the ban when you are on holiday and won't be using the car anyway as In Flanders.
Shops are open every day in the UK. They are not shut on Mondays or at lunchtimes; we have managed in the UK to work out rotas, so that there are staff available at all times in the bank and the Post Office.
In the UK there is notice that a road is going to be shut. This is not the case in Belgium, where diversions suddenly spring up as there yet another fucking cycle race, and you then have to take a 20 minute detour to get home. Whole villages can have their access/egress restricted because of this. Too bad if you have something urgent to do.
It's a different culture, and I love it in the UK. It makes sense to me, presumably like Italy does to you, but doesn't to me.