Ahoy! Brittanica
Oh my country, my country, how I missed you more than I knew. How good it feeles to bee stepped on Englishe soil/concrete/tarmac once again.....Yes, 'tis I, the world-weary traveller, the bold wayfaring stranger who braved the hostile airways,trainways, bus routes and waterways and has returned with a sack full of anecdotes and dirty washing (cheers Mum!).
And now England, oh England, my England, let me frolick in your rain drenched hills, eat from your dewy pastures, sip from your lochs and tarns, bathe in your Roman-built aquaducts, post in your lovely red postboxes, watch BBC for free, make love to any available female royals, yoodle from the Tower of London, conquer every land in sight and sell the natives into slavery....oh yes, I am home.
And now England, oh England, my England, let me frolick in your rain drenched hills, eat from your dewy pastures, sip from your lochs and tarns, bathe in your Roman-built aquaducts, post in your lovely red postboxes, watch BBC for free, make love to any available female royals, yoodle from the Tower of London, conquer every land in sight and sell the natives into slavery....oh yes, I am home.