This morning I woke up, besieged by handsome men with English accents. I shook my head, sure that I was stuck in one of those unwholesome dreams that I am wont to having. I parted the Ambien filled mist in my head and realized this was no dream, I was in London.
(For the purpose of clarification, let me say that I was not physically surrounded by handsome men as I was waking up, per se. I was just acknowledging the handsomeness and Englishness that is surrounding me in general on this little vacation.)
I ate a Yorkshire pudding yesterday.
...and I lost my Yorkshire.
bright lights bda | November 29, 2005 2:16 PMWe seem to have this polarity that means there must be at least 5,000 miles in between.
I do hope your time in the Motherland was festooned with smiles and general gaiety.
Although, not toooooo much, you know.
k | November 28, 2005 5:03 AM