I’m fascinated by how we Brits really come across. This post, on a blog that I dip into fairly regularly, is food for thought. Have a read and see what you think. Thanks to Ellen for planting that seed.
Of all the phrases the divide British and American English, the one I dread hearing is leave it with me. It’s not a phrase I ever heard in the U.S., and now that I live in Britain I know life is about to spin out of my control when someone says it.
And yes, I do know life’s always out of our control, but we all like to believe, don’t we? We live for the comfort of that illusion. Even when we know we’re full of shit. Maybe especially when we know.
Or some of us like to believe. I like to believe.
Irrelevant photo: The causeway to St. Michael’s Mount, emerging as the tide drops. There’s a castle out there, hidden in the fog.
Suppose I need a referral from my GP to a specialist and I was supposed to be given an appointment by Wednesday and here it…
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