I collected lots of Briton points last week on the Isle of Man.
For a whole week I started my day with a full English (breakfast). That in itself is an accomplishment I would say.
We are going visual the next 7 days. It was either that or a week of silence. My editor thought that having visuals (photos, postcards, whatever) would be better than complete silence. I think he is right. My editor also thought that the post from yesterday (the non black and white one) had to be removed. I think he is right there too. It’s gone, if you caught it, I apologize for the depressing tone. If not – you didn’t miss anything at all.
Visuals because I have problems writing at the moment.
I took this photo in July somewhere. And just to prove that I told the truth: Cheerios and Maltesers (and don’t they float well!).
Don’t make any judgements until you’ve tried it.
Sometimes when I am out of breakfast yoghurt I have to visit the baker in Croydon. What pleasure, what joy.
Not because of the enormous amount of cakes they have (ok, I admit I was weak).
But because of the way the woman behind the counter pronounces “croissant”.
French talking English is good. English talking French is just cakey.