i have a bone to pick with you. your internet access stunk. & no, don't blame it on my phone. it couldn't possibly be because i never update my phone. no. that's not it at all.
fortunately for you, there wasn't much else i didn't like about you. you're pretty great.
#1 on my list might be your pot pies.
when i think about your pot pies, i wonder if you're not a country after my own heart. from my sis's homemade veggie pies to the 14 odd beef pot pies clint & i ordered @ your various establishments, i feel i have experienced pot pie heaven.
and now i shall thank you for your food in general. @ first i was concerned that i would find your meals lacking, but i was oh so very wrong. starting with the fabulousness of broadway market.
this is the stuff clint & i dream of.
greenwich market is equally cool. more crafty. less foody. the best part of this market being my sister's boyfriend's stall...
next, dear uk, i shall thank you for your sheep.
they're wooly. they're puffy. they dot the countryside with nursery rhyme kinds of sweetness.
but they do poop.
& it's sort of everywhere.
& that's a bit problematic for your dreamy, wow-i'm-in-the-english-countryside kind of walk.
but it makes for a great excuse to wear pink polka dotted wellies.
|that's me looking on the bright side of things :)|
many thanks for a nice holiday!