By virtue of my new job, I am one of the 800 million—at least, it seems like it—privileged London dwellers who experience the daily delights of either the bus, train, ...
This blog series has been about my discovery of UK culture, but this particular article is inspired by a recent trip home to the States – a trip that showed ...
Accents fascinate me. I’m guilty of half-listening to people, half trying to figure out their accent. If we watch John Bishop’s stand-up routines, my husband has to translate, since I understand ...
There’s a card on our dining table that says, in giant letters, “GOOD LUCK”. I laughed when Jon brought it home. It was signed by all his work colleagues. They ...
I love a good country pub. My husband and I will drive for ages on a two-lane road that looks suspiciously one-way, the hedges scraping off paint from the car, ...
Touring a standard British kitchen, I open a cabinet and find rows of mugs, like ceramic soldiers ready for the next guest invasion. There’s a kettle on the counter, a ...
A bit about me: I now live in the UK. I married the British guy, put my entire life into suitcases, got an Oyster card, bought a coat (I’m from ...
