Pints, more pints, and an impatient dog..
The pup cared very little about our hangovers..
The weather here has been so great lately, but I'm told it is not typical for this time of year at all. And here I was thinking "why is everyone always slagging British weather?"
It's only mid-April and it feels like we completely skipped spring and jumped right into summer.
G and I celebrated in true British style by spending the weekend with a friend who lives in a lovely little town called Leamington Spa.
There were outdoor patios, numerous pints and a Sunday morning spent dealing with a pounding headache.
Despite the fact that the 3 of us felt rather haggard and hungover we dragged ourselves out of bed on Sunday morning and took the dog for a walk. It was as English as it could possibly be--a ramble in the fields, an abandoned manor at the top of a hill, horses grazing off to the left, gunshots heard in the distance (skeet shooting perhaps?) and a greyhound racetrack that we passed by on the way back home.
I was hoping to see some stately fellow in wellies and a handlebar mustache with some freshly killed ducks slung over his shoulder. Only because that is what I imagine you would see if you looked up "English" in the dictionary.
After the walk, we were even treated to a homemade proper english breakfast.
English life I tell you, it may be bad for the liver, but it sure is good for the soul.
posted by Michèle at 5:04 AM
8 Comments:
A British spa serving pints?
I shudder to think what they served you for a 'spa' breakfast.
sounds like fun! And thanks for setting up the "favorites" link! will definitely be easy to keep track :)
arggg, you are killing me! I am longing to go back to my beloved England (yep, I am probably the only Italian who'd rather be in England than in Italy, maybe I got sun struck as a baby?! I wonder...)
i love reading your adventures in england... you have been hitting my favorite haunts in notting hill and making me very nostalgic...
when we lived there, we let a place in the countryside and I made friends with the gamekeeper from the manor up the road. He would periodically stop at our door wellies and all (no mustache) with a brace of pheasants over his shoulder, wondering if we would like them. So don't give up, those very 'english' fellows are out there...
cheers,
Kate
David, is all that ice cream affecting your brain? Or do you have some secret crop growing on that balcony of yours? I don't even know what you're talking about anymore.
But I like it, keep it coming.
You stoner you.
K&S, no problem!
Ales, well I am sorry to torture you.. oh wait, no Im not. Get your butt to England, asap!
Kate, awesome! you have given me hope that there really are such fellows.. I think one of these days I'm going to have to get my own pair of wellies too. It just seems like the right thing to do, you know?
you know what? i have *exactly* the same image whenever i think of the english countryside.
Lay off those pints, girl. They're affecting your brain! Let me explain it for you:
'Leamington Spa'...the word 'spa' usually refers to a 'healthy place.'
You drank something called a 'pint' (or two) which I assume is beer. So the joke is to equate 'beer' with 'health'. Get it?
Now on to the next joke:
'British breakfast' usually doesn't mean 'healthy'. Once again, you were are a 'spa' (see above). Therefore the irony is a 'spa' serving a 'British breakfast', generally composed of sausage, eggs, and beans. Not necessarily 'healthy'.
...whew!
Chris, ha! seems to be a common one doesnt it!
David, holy anatomy of a joke! You must have had some serious espresso this morning. I did actually get it the first time (you doubted me?), but I still think you're crazy. In a cute and cuddly way though of course.
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