english2english observes fall fashion:
US button down = UK shirt
US shirt = UK t-shirt/top
US pants = UK trousers
US pantyhose = UK tights (Although americans call the thicker, woolly sort ‘tights’)
US ballet flats = UK pumps
US pumps = UK heels
US sneakers = UK trainers
US sweater = UK jumper
I am a Brit living in the USA.
(And we love you for that. Thanks!)
The weather is gorgeous and I have nowhere to go. What’s this? I hear you say. You live in New England with the ocean and all the history and stuff. Well that’s true, but what you might not realise is that the ocean bits aren’t as easy to find as you might think - there are permit-only parking problems, private beaches and only a very few places where you can mix a walk along the seafront with a browse among the shops and cafés. As for the history, that gets old after a while because there are so few places to visit.
Where I live is ok but there’s nothing within an half-hour’s drive and I don’t fancy doing any of it. It’s probably just me being grumpy. The botanical gardens are quite nice but they fail miserably on the refreshments. I don’t know why they can’t get their act together and provide afternoon teas or coffee and cakes. Something pleasant and genteel like that would be a nice thing after a stroll in the gardens.
Really what I miss the weekends away I used to enjoy when I was single. Twenty-one years married and I still miss them. A change of scenery, a new town to walk round, friends to share with.
I was spoilt living in England. Within one hour of leaving my house I could be walking in London, or by the sea in a pretty coastal town. Or I could visit historic Rochester Castle, Dover Castle, Churchill’s home at Chartwell, Ann Boleyn’s home at Hever, Deal Castle, Walmer Castle, Charles Dickens homes at Broadstairs and Gads Hill, Upnor Castle, all of Canterbury or Tunbridge Wells. Or I could choose to shop at one of Europe’s biggest shopping malls. Or I could go for afternoon tea in any one of a hundred pretty villages with quaint shops and churches.
Finally, if none of that sufficed, I might spend a weekend with a relative or friend and visit Bath or Cambridge or Essex or Dorset or Wales.
Is it any wonder that I’m sick of being in the house all the time? And driving no more than ten miles? And having no one to visit and nowhere to go?
Sometimes I hate living here. I feel trapped by my frustration. By the time I’m free to go where I want I’ll be too old to do it. Ugh.
Today, my Kentish-English accent is going to be put to use; I’ll be recording voice-commands for computers. It’s good to know that there’s a tiny part for me to play in the creation of new technology. What larks, Pip! What larks!
ITunes finally has Broadchurch, so now I don’t have to miss it :)