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Here is another update on the "England situation". Because basically I do whatever Meagan tells me to do.
After two* years of suspense, I finally got to encounter that magical** tourist wonderland known as to the world as Ipswich. We learned many insightful and historical facts. For example, Ipswich is home to the very hill immortalized in the nursery rhyme "The Grand Old Duke of York"
The Grand Old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
Because there's nothing else to do in Ipswich.
We also went to Christchurch Park and toured around a really pretty old home. You see, back in ye olden times, rich people (such as the Grand Old Duke of York) had lots of pictures painted of themselves, and of their relatives. This was very time consuming as they had to sit very still making sour faces and wearing fancy clothes for a very long time, but they said to themselves, "Hey, at least we're not marching up the top of that damn hill and then marching down again." They would then further wile away the time on rainy days****by arranging these hundreds of portraits based on how much they liked that person. True. We learned about the many fun games English people played such as "hot cockles" a game where one boy is blindfolded and has to guess which one of the other children hit him with a shoe. Also true.
Then, because we just can't get enough of Ipswich, we came back later that evening for a ghost tour. My favorite was the old Blackfriars Abbey which is haunted by a black robed ghost that (insert tense pause here) pokes people (gasp)! Here is a dramatic re-enactment of pretty much the way the tour went
Ghost teller guy: One day I was giving a tour and this blonde woman about the age of thirty in a pink jumpsuit, well, her father knew this guy who was a plumber who worked at this house. The man who owned the house went downstairs and saw an old man smoking a pipe. He told his wife and she said "Yep". So they carried on and left the ghost alone. I thought this story was really special because it had a rocking chair, but then I met this guy whose girlfriend worked at a beautyshop and cut the hair of this woman who heard about a ghost in a rocking chair next town over, so no big deal after all.
Me: What?
Crispy: Maybe it was just a homeless guy in their laundry room?
Me: No, I meant what did he say. I can't understand his accent....
Ahh yes. It was a truly haunted night. I honestly shivered the whole time.
I've been the past day or so up in Liverpool spending time with Tim. We went to Penny Lane which was made all the more special because Tim sang Penny Lane which was made all the more special because he didn't know the words. We went to church this morning in the Liverpool Cathedral which was really pretty because all the hymns echoed in this sweet haunting way. Then we scampered down to the Albert Dock where there was some helicopter boat race going on, and spent the afternoon hanging out with Faz in the park.
And I had my very first parsnip.
*because we round up
** well, not actually "magical" because we don\e believe in magic***
*** we believe in Jesus
**** often known in England as "every day"