Posts Tagged ‘British’

Today I took my son to the local farm. At this farm they have a playground, cafe, shop and a bunch of farm animals. My son loves the playground. Because he is still young we can only go when the kids are in school so that he isn’t run down. He just is still to small to fight his way amongst the bigger kids.

We made our way onto the playground and he was all smiles. That is, until the heavens opened and it started to pour. Huge drops that quickly drenched everything. Typical British Summer. So we ran to the cafe. Today was the first time that my son and I went into a cafe and sat and had a little chat. I was so proud of him. He was so good. He sat on his chair (he could use a booster seat) and drank some Apple juice whilst I had a coffee. As silly as it sounds, this meant the world to me. I am a cafe kind of person and to be able to have my son sit happily, people watching, and munching on a muffin was perfect. I foresee many trips to Starbucks when we move back to the states.


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I have been catching myself lately saying the one British phrase that drives me crazy. I have been ending a sentence with a question. ” They went to the store, didn’t they” ” I was up late, wasn’t I” “He is playing out side, isn’t he”. Even as it comes out of my mouth I cringe. Finishing a sentence like this, as well as the British answer to a statement “oh right” bugs me beyond belief. When did this start to become second nature to me? I also have times when I hear myself saying something the British way… Been. Not ben, the American sound, but Beeeeeeen, the British way. Bri-ish is another one. Even as it comes out of my mouth I am surprised to hear it. I guess after 5 years of being completely immersed into British culture and life some of it has worn off on me.

There are times when the British way makes life so much easier. I am terrible at remembering names. So “My Darling”, “My Love”, “Duck”, “Chuck” comes in very handy. Hello my Love, how are you? Makes my life so much easier and no one realizes that I haven’t a clue as to their name. I had a boss in the states who would of hated this. She would tolerate no endearments. She felt it would lower you in the eyes of the business world, but I don’t think so. Seems to me that it puts people at ease. Best not to call Alan Sugar My Darling, but the buyer at the end of the phone line likes it.

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