Small Things
1. Bill has accused me of using this week in London to relive the month I lived here five years ago.
He's not entirely wrong. You know, if you ignore the fact that I'm not working and I've brought my husband and son along, plus I'm living in a different part of the city, this is more or less what life was like for that totally awesome, fantastic, one-of-the-best-months-of-my-life month.
2. The following conversation happened:
Bill: You bought scones, right?
Me: Yes.
Bill: Can I have one?
Me: Sure. What do you want on it?
Bill: ...Nothing?
Me: They're kind of plain.
Bill: Didn't you get a flavored one?
Me: Umm...no.
Bill: But...they didn't have lemon scones?
Me: Honey, the Brits don't really do lemon scones.
Bill: But...you make lemon scones!
Me: Note: I am not British.
Bill: But there's no FLAVOR.
Me: Scones are really only vehicles for the clotted cream and jam, sweetie.
Bill: So you're telling me that I came all the way to London just to discover that I like your scones better?
Me: Yup. Here, I bought you a saffron bun. Eat that instead.
3. (I have been having a scone with clotted cream and jam every morning for breakfast. I'm pretty sure that this is technically Not Breakfast Food. I'm also pretty sure I don't care, because I've been having a scone with clotted cream and jam every morning for breakfast.)
4. I've got about a dozen bookmarks on Tumblr at the moment - I forgot my earbuds, so I can't actually listen to anything without risking waking up Bill or Andrew, so I've been bookmarking all the music and videos. I'm sort of fearful for how long it'll take to get through them when we get back home.
5. And...shoot, Andrew's awake. I think there was something else, but I can't remember it now.
He's not entirely wrong. You know, if you ignore the fact that I'm not working and I've brought my husband and son along, plus I'm living in a different part of the city, this is more or less what life was like for that totally awesome, fantastic, one-of-the-best-months-of-my-life month.
2. The following conversation happened:
Bill: You bought scones, right?
Me: Yes.
Bill: Can I have one?
Me: Sure. What do you want on it?
Bill: ...Nothing?
Me: They're kind of plain.
Bill: Didn't you get a flavored one?
Me: Umm...no.
Bill: But...they didn't have lemon scones?
Me: Honey, the Brits don't really do lemon scones.
Bill: But...you make lemon scones!
Me: Note: I am not British.
Bill: But there's no FLAVOR.
Me: Scones are really only vehicles for the clotted cream and jam, sweetie.
Bill: So you're telling me that I came all the way to London just to discover that I like your scones better?
Me: Yup. Here, I bought you a saffron bun. Eat that instead.
3. (I have been having a scone with clotted cream and jam every morning for breakfast. I'm pretty sure that this is technically Not Breakfast Food. I'm also pretty sure I don't care, because I've been having a scone with clotted cream and jam every morning for breakfast.)
4. I've got about a dozen bookmarks on Tumblr at the moment - I forgot my earbuds, so I can't actually listen to anything without risking waking up Bill or Andrew, so I've been bookmarking all the music and videos. I'm sort of fearful for how long it'll take to get through them when we get back home.
5. And...shoot, Andrew's awake. I think there was something else, but I can't remember it now.