We got home late last night. I’m jet-lagged so please excuse any typos. I used to think Madonna sounded affected with her British accent…but after eleven days in England, I’m a bit more sympathetic.
Like a few days ago, when I got an email from a client that she received four lamps instead of two via UPS, I replied “I will get it sorted.” Normally, I’d say, “I will handle it” (ps. It wasn’t my fault)
Regular people actually have names like Alastair and Nigel (I met them). To fit in, you don’t say “hi.” You say “hi-yah.” Not that my sister and I fit in…or tried to. When we’d say we were from California, you’d hear “that’s Brilliant!” (not that we have high IQs…more like “cool” but I’m not actually sure).
One day, I tried to pay with a credit card that wasn’t signed (raised eyebrow), so I gave the salesperson another card with a different last name (my maiden name). “Well, that’s a bit dodgy, isn’t it? Good thing you have an honest face.”
Here is a leather chair with copper back.
Then we went to their home in Surrey. That is their home at the end of the street.
There were many charming townhouses on our walk (some from the 1800’s).
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