One of the starkest things I noticed in Ohio was just how friendly people in shops and restaurants are. At first, such open benevolent behaviour seemed, to an English person, to be forcedly fake and purely as a box ticking exercise. I am glad to report that with a little more time I found the welcoming nature to be genuine and quite wonderful .
Today, (in England) a store assistant asked me (in what I would consider to be a stereotypically Americanised McDonald’s type) “have you had a good day”. So I wondered if the cynicism I took to America was justified? I engaged the poor unsuspecting chap with tales of my not so perfect evening the day before……… he looked confused, didn’t seem to understand WHY I had answered his question and said erm erm I hope that all works out for you.
Amy remarked that British people tend to go for fairly neutral colours. So I’m rebelling. Except now I feel positively European.
Fingers crossed for clear(er) skies this evening. I want to get a run in before my gig
I may have left my headphones at home
I may have just bought these
I may have payed way over the odds for them
I DO need to watch Archer on my 2 hour train ride
Two very soggy feet later and I am home.
I made a decision on Sunday morning not to run the half because of the awful weather. It turns out that about 30 minutes in and the conditions were absolutely fine. I have to admit, I feel pretty terrible about it.
So much so I decided that I would run this evening no matter what. The weather gods elected that I instead receive my soaking today, but it was a good run and a chance to clear my head.
(Photos cannot convey how hard it was raining, but perhaps the water bubbling up through the street gives a good idea!)
Today I went to the town with the longest name in the UK.
For the none British tumblrs, welcome to the Welsh language
This cottage in Wales we rented is freezing cold and halfway up a mountain.
It’s pitch black outside, howling wind and rain, the letter box keeps snapping open in the wind with a bang and I’m dithering in the bed in the attic. Dithering from the cold you understand.
Freezing cold Welsh cottage
Soup necessary. Nice one dad ;)
Anglesey half marathon tomorrow.
It’s forecast to pour down so I shall be praying to the weather god this evening. The race starts over the bridge!
Stunningly beautiful here. Shame the city of Bangor nearby is a bit of a dump
BBQ Sauce selection from Amy for me to take home for valentines! I’m gonna marry her so hard !!
Trousers —> pants
Knickers —> panties
Pants —> underpants
Suspenders —> garters
Braces —> suspenders
Stockings —> ???
Leggings —> tights
Tights —> pantyhose
Jumper —> sweater
Knitted dress —> jumper
It’s weird how many of these words almost have a doubly displaced translation. Perhaps when we still owned America our prudish British ways failed to make these terms clear!
Thank god jeans and a t shirt is the same.