a half pint
Ah, well. I'm determined to move to England. Somehow. It's not just the place, it's the politeness, and of course, the humor and let's not forget, the sausages, afternoon tea, Strongbow, I could go on … Fog and rain. I love 'em. Rolling hills and grassy plains. I love 'em. Sheep, not so much but not having to learn another language entirely, a big plus. Besides, 1066 – the Battle of Hastings and William the Conqueror is forever emblazoned on my mind, I could almost fit in.
It's being able to go to a nice pub and be left alone instead of having a server come by every 5 minutes to ask how you're doing with her big smiley you-better-give-me-a-huge-tip-when-this-is-over voice. It's being able to go to the market and buy all kinds of locally-made/grown food that isn't processed in some giant plant. It's just nicer. That's all.








