Continued.
I've decided that, having gotten past the excitement of being here, I'm really starting to enjoy myself in a not-so-touristy kind of way. I'm all settled in with my job, I've made great friends and I know the Eton high street like the back of my hand. I can find my way around London without looking like a lost kitten and when I get on the tube I no longer clutch nervously to my map. I've learned a lot about myself and I've learned even more about the ways of those silly British people and their silly kingdom. For example, I now know that...
...if you go to someone's house, they will try to make you tea. This is not a stereotype. I have come to accept this and will take milk and two sugars, please. Also, if you have someone over and don't offer to "put the kettle on", they may think you're weird.
...rugby is superior to American football (sorry Dad!). Not only do the guys not wear heaps of pads (or even a protective cup), but they also don't stop the clock every 2 minutes and walk in circles with their hands on their hips catching their breath while the referees do some silly arm things. Oh, and rugby players are also, as a whole, cute.
...in Mary Poppins, Dick Van Dyke's attempt at a cockney accent sounds absolutely ridiculous and may or may not be offensive. Genuine cockney accents, however, are lovely (much in the same way that rugby players are cute.)
...if you answer a question in the affirmative with "uh-huh" like I tend to do, people will probably think you're making strange grunting noises and become too embarrassingly confused to go on with the conversation. Is it an American thing? Uh-huh.
...if you ask for a sack in which to put your purchases at a convenience store, the clerk, the person you're with, and anyone else within ear shot will probably laugh at you. It's actually very embarrassing (apparently only Santa carries a sack...)
...what we call "chocolate" back in America is pretty much cardboard compared to what they have here. Seriously, it's almost Easter, go buy enough Cadbury to last you until next April! I don't know how I'll ever go back to Hershey's...
Lastly, I now know that if everything works out, I'm definitely not coming back in June!
Love love love,
Kelsea
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Fancy garden, Oxford, and Yorkshire pudding.
Heya dudes.
So, not only has the sun been out recently in this silly little county, but I think it might actually stick around for a while! It's about 2 miles everyday walking to and from school with each of the boys so having some sunshine makes it lovely, lovely, lovely. Also, my pictures are so much nicer when it's not depressingly (and characteristically) gloomy outside...
Making biscuits with Thomas. Here they call cookies biscuits so I had to carefully explain to him that they were special fluffy American biscuits.
Our lovely picnic in Luxmoore's Garden, a private garden only open to the Eton College community (fancy shmancy) that is actually on an island in the middle of the Thames. Honestly, it looks fake when you're there. It feels like you're either dreaming or in a movie. We ended up being told off by one of the many groundskeepers for having Tilly the dog with us and for playing frisbee. We told the kids that he said "No fun allowed!" and everytime we go back Thomas giggles about the man who wouldn't let us have fun.
Lovely.
The entrance to The Queen's College in Oxford. Our friend Johnny did his undergrad and masters here so he gave us a great tour. Apparently, you can't walk on the grass except for once a year when they play Croquet or something silly like that.
This is where Mr. Darcy from Pride & Prejudice would live were he a real person, we decided. It's amazing the looks you can get when shouting out for a fictitous character... "Oh Mr. Daaaarccy where aaaaaare you???"
Repping next to the math door in the Bodleian Library Quad. They have a door for every subject nearly and they used to lead to lecture areas but now its just library space or something. I just like math, is all.
More of the Bodleian Library Quad with the Earl of Pembroke, who was apparently important at some point.
Being dorks with a fancy gate.
The next day Lauren and I marched down to Tesco and gathered supplies to make an English Sunday Roast for Johnny and his roommate. Here you can see my Yorkshire pudding hanging out with the lamb. I had never actually had Yorkshire pudding before but it was so so so easy to make and so so so yummy.
Yum yum yum. (Check out the Oxford hoodie, a.k.a. the most comfortable article of clothing I own.)
Lauren being a domestic goddess with some peas, broccoli, taters and Tesco brand instant gravy.
(Tesco is the Walmart of Great Britain...hah.)
Thomas and myself. I can never decide if he looks really sweet and cute or really sneaky and evil...hmmmm.
This is the Lego house that Thomas and I built the other day. We built a cooler one the day before but Nicholas got jealous and smashed it when no one was looking (he's six). I am seriously considering buying some Legos of my own.
Changing of the guards outside the castle. I was minding my own business, smoking a ciggy, and trying to concentrate on a particularly difficult Times sudoku outside the train station when I heard the terrible sound of tourists gathering. Needless to say, I joined them. I can never take the foot soliders seriously, though. The army barracks are in Windsor so a lot of them drink in the same places I do and they're always completely pissed (that means drunk!) and obnoxious and ask us to marry them. Some of them have cute Northern Irish accents though, so they're ok. Usually you would see them wearing the traditional red uniforms but they wear the grey ones in the winter.
I'm not quite ready to stop typing but this post is getting a bit lengthy so...
TO BE CONTINUED
love love love,
Kelsea
So, not only has the sun been out recently in this silly little county, but I think it might actually stick around for a while! It's about 2 miles everyday walking to and from school with each of the boys so having some sunshine makes it lovely, lovely, lovely. Also, my pictures are so much nicer when it's not depressingly (and characteristically) gloomy outside...
Making biscuits with Thomas. Here they call cookies biscuits so I had to carefully explain to him that they were special fluffy American biscuits.
Our lovely picnic in Luxmoore's Garden, a private garden only open to the Eton College community (fancy shmancy) that is actually on an island in the middle of the Thames. Honestly, it looks fake when you're there. It feels like you're either dreaming or in a movie. We ended up being told off by one of the many groundskeepers for having Tilly the dog with us and for playing frisbee. We told the kids that he said "No fun allowed!" and everytime we go back Thomas giggles about the man who wouldn't let us have fun.
Lovely.
The entrance to The Queen's College in Oxford. Our friend Johnny did his undergrad and masters here so he gave us a great tour. Apparently, you can't walk on the grass except for once a year when they play Croquet or something silly like that.
This is where Mr. Darcy from Pride & Prejudice would live were he a real person, we decided. It's amazing the looks you can get when shouting out for a fictitous character... "Oh Mr. Daaaarccy where aaaaaare you???"
Repping next to the math door in the Bodleian Library Quad. They have a door for every subject nearly and they used to lead to lecture areas but now its just library space or something. I just like math, is all.
More of the Bodleian Library Quad with the Earl of Pembroke, who was apparently important at some point.
Being dorks with a fancy gate.
The next day Lauren and I marched down to Tesco and gathered supplies to make an English Sunday Roast for Johnny and his roommate. Here you can see my Yorkshire pudding hanging out with the lamb. I had never actually had Yorkshire pudding before but it was so so so easy to make and so so so yummy.
Yum yum yum. (Check out the Oxford hoodie, a.k.a. the most comfortable article of clothing I own.)
Lauren being a domestic goddess with some peas, broccoli, taters and Tesco brand instant gravy.
(Tesco is the Walmart of Great Britain...hah.)
Thomas and myself. I can never decide if he looks really sweet and cute or really sneaky and evil...hmmmm.
This is the Lego house that Thomas and I built the other day. We built a cooler one the day before but Nicholas got jealous and smashed it when no one was looking (he's six). I am seriously considering buying some Legos of my own.
Changing of the guards outside the castle. I was minding my own business, smoking a ciggy, and trying to concentrate on a particularly difficult Times sudoku outside the train station when I heard the terrible sound of tourists gathering. Needless to say, I joined them. I can never take the foot soliders seriously, though. The army barracks are in Windsor so a lot of them drink in the same places I do and they're always completely pissed (that means drunk!) and obnoxious and ask us to marry them. Some of them have cute Northern Irish accents though, so they're ok. Usually you would see them wearing the traditional red uniforms but they wear the grey ones in the winter.
I'm not quite ready to stop typing but this post is getting a bit lengthy so...
TO BE CONTINUED
love love love,
Kelsea
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Half-term
Hiyaaa,
Here are some pictures from last week. The schools had their version of spring break (half-term) so I had five days off work while the Foster's went on holiday to Cairo...lucky me!
View of Windsor High Street from my friend Ronan's kitchen in the castle.
St. George's Chapel where dozens of royals are buried including King Henry VIII and King George III...this is our view when we go outside to smoke!
Another view from inside the castle (including the anti-tourist gates)
JFK memorial in Runnymede. This was really neat, it says: "This acre of English ground was given to the United States of America by the people of Britain in memory of John F. Kennedy, President of the United States 1961-63, Died by Assassin's hand 22 November 1963" (and then goes on to quote his inaugural address). So as I was standing their taking the picture I was actually on American soil, in a novelty kind of way...
View of London from the top of the Allied Air Forces Memorial in Runnymede
Getting blown away on the East Sussex coast.
Oh, oh, I think I see France in the distance!
A glimpse of Rye harbour
One of the picturesque medieval cobblestone streets in Rye
Couldn't resist. Waiting for the train to London with Morrissey
Drinks with the Eton girls: Anouk, Lauren, Myself, Danielle and Holly
Speaking of the Eton girls, some of us are off to go to yoga now. It's been almost 2 months now...sheeeesh.
Love love love,
Kelsea
Here are some pictures from last week. The schools had their version of spring break (half-term) so I had five days off work while the Foster's went on holiday to Cairo...lucky me!
View of Windsor High Street from my friend Ronan's kitchen in the castle.
St. George's Chapel where dozens of royals are buried including King Henry VIII and King George III...this is our view when we go outside to smoke!
Another view from inside the castle (including the anti-tourist gates)
JFK memorial in Runnymede. This was really neat, it says: "This acre of English ground was given to the United States of America by the people of Britain in memory of John F. Kennedy, President of the United States 1961-63, Died by Assassin's hand 22 November 1963" (and then goes on to quote his inaugural address). So as I was standing their taking the picture I was actually on American soil, in a novelty kind of way...
View of London from the top of the Allied Air Forces Memorial in Runnymede
Getting blown away on the East Sussex coast.
Oh, oh, I think I see France in the distance!
A glimpse of Rye harbour
One of the picturesque medieval cobblestone streets in Rye
Couldn't resist. Waiting for the train to London with Morrissey
Drinks with the Eton girls: Anouk, Lauren, Myself, Danielle and Holly
Speaking of the Eton girls, some of us are off to go to yoga now. It's been almost 2 months now...sheeeesh.
Love love love,
Kelsea
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Aussies, Snow, and the Full English Brekkie
Hey dudes,
I've finally forced myself to sit down for an update, I really couldn't be bothered the past couple weekends! I do have loads of pictures to make up for it, however:
Me and my boyfriend Jamie Oliver hanging out in the tube on the way to an Australia Day party with my Aussie friend, Lauren. Isn't he cute? Everyone here hates him for some reason!
The line to get into Waxy O'Connor's for the Australia Day thing. It was pretty miserable outside so we went and got sushi across the street until the line got a little less ridiculous.
We finally got inside...so many Aussies! I'm pretty sure they were well over capacity, we could hardly get a drink. Or move. Or breathe really...
Cute.
Half awake in London with my first full English breakfast: baked beans, a fried egg, sausage, bacon, tomato, mushrooms and toast. Oh, and of course a cup of tea loaded with milk and sugar...yumm.
The first of the snow (if only we knew!)
The view from my window on the day of the "terrible" snow ordeal. We got maybe half a foot of snow and the entire country shut down. I didn't even have to do anything that day because they closed the boys' school and their Mom didn't go in to work. London literally came to a standstill, you couldn't get any trains, and the bus and tube lines shut down. That night at the dinner table my host dad, Rob, asked me what would happen if we got the same amount of snow back home, to which I replied "Nothing really."
Snow again from my bedroom with the castle in background.
One of the fountains in Trafalgar Square in front of the National Gallery. This hardly captures how beautiful that night was (or how cold it was).
Birthday drinks at Lauren's with most of the Eton au pairs/nannies- Anouk from the Netherlands, Lucy's boyfriend Ned, Lauren, Lucy, Holly from Australia, Danielle, Carolina from Mexico, Nadia from Czech Republic, and Deb from New Zealand (Lucy and Danielle are just English, heh)
Lauren and I got a hotel in London the weekend after her birthday so we could do some proper partying without having to worry about getting a train home. I thought our view was kind of cute; it was nice being somewhere that wasn't super tourist oriented for once.
Trying to figure out how to pay for dinner...I've almost got their silly coins figured out. They have a penny, a 2 pence coin, then 5p, 10p, 20p, and 50p coins. It's not particularly confusing, but when you're in line paying for something it does get annoying having to stop and think about it!
Loz and I at a club in Shorditch called Sosho. We had to queue for a little while and when we got up to the front the door guy let everyone with us go in, asked us where we were from, and very sternly told us "We don't allow Americans or Australians." (We must have stood there arguing with him for 5 minutes before realizing he was just being cheeky...)
So that was my last few weeks. I can't believe I've been here for over a month already, it's starting to scare me. Before I know it I'll be getting my stuff together to go back to Kansas...god forbid!
Love love love,
Kelsea
I've finally forced myself to sit down for an update, I really couldn't be bothered the past couple weekends! I do have loads of pictures to make up for it, however:
Me and my boyfriend Jamie Oliver hanging out in the tube on the way to an Australia Day party with my Aussie friend, Lauren. Isn't he cute? Everyone here hates him for some reason!
The line to get into Waxy O'Connor's for the Australia Day thing. It was pretty miserable outside so we went and got sushi across the street until the line got a little less ridiculous.
We finally got inside...so many Aussies! I'm pretty sure they were well over capacity, we could hardly get a drink. Or move. Or breathe really...
Cute.
Half awake in London with my first full English breakfast: baked beans, a fried egg, sausage, bacon, tomato, mushrooms and toast. Oh, and of course a cup of tea loaded with milk and sugar...yumm.
The first of the snow (if only we knew!)
The view from my window on the day of the "terrible" snow ordeal. We got maybe half a foot of snow and the entire country shut down. I didn't even have to do anything that day because they closed the boys' school and their Mom didn't go in to work. London literally came to a standstill, you couldn't get any trains, and the bus and tube lines shut down. That night at the dinner table my host dad, Rob, asked me what would happen if we got the same amount of snow back home, to which I replied "Nothing really."
Snow again from my bedroom with the castle in background.
One of the fountains in Trafalgar Square in front of the National Gallery. This hardly captures how beautiful that night was (or how cold it was).
Birthday drinks at Lauren's with most of the Eton au pairs/nannies- Anouk from the Netherlands, Lucy's boyfriend Ned, Lauren, Lucy, Holly from Australia, Danielle, Carolina from Mexico, Nadia from Czech Republic, and Deb from New Zealand (Lucy and Danielle are just English, heh)
Lauren and I got a hotel in London the weekend after her birthday so we could do some proper partying without having to worry about getting a train home. I thought our view was kind of cute; it was nice being somewhere that wasn't super tourist oriented for once.
Trying to figure out how to pay for dinner...I've almost got their silly coins figured out. They have a penny, a 2 pence coin, then 5p, 10p, 20p, and 50p coins. It's not particularly confusing, but when you're in line paying for something it does get annoying having to stop and think about it!
Loz and I at a club in Shorditch called Sosho. We had to queue for a little while and when we got up to the front the door guy let everyone with us go in, asked us where we were from, and very sternly told us "We don't allow Americans or Australians." (We must have stood there arguing with him for 5 minutes before realizing he was just being cheeky...)
So that was my last few weeks. I can't believe I've been here for over a month already, it's starting to scare me. Before I know it I'll be getting my stuff together to go back to Kansas...god forbid!
Love love love,
Kelsea
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Barick Obamer
Hiya, I'll have to make this a quick update as I'm meeting some friends soon!
This past week flew by so quickly; I'm not sure if that's good or bad. Last Sunday a few of us Eton girls went to London for the day for some touristy things and some shopping on Regents street (amazing!) and all I can say is I can't wait for it to warm up! It seems silly, but we really couldn't wait to hop on the tube every time we moved on to our next destination after standing out in the cold just because they keep the underground so warm!
Tuesday was of course a very special day in America and I made the boys watch the inaugural speech with me (Nick and I had a little argument after I said "bar-ACK" instead of "BAR-ick" as they tend to pronounce it here. Silly!) That night I met some friends in London for an Obama Party and was relieved to be able to speak to some Americans, having literally not done so since I arrived weeks ago. And, just to make the night that much more memorable, I of course tripped getting into a taxi and fell flat on my face, mainly my mouth, and am still nursing the resulting fat lip!
Now I'm off for a night of drinking legally, hehe.
Love love love,
Kelsea
This past week flew by so quickly; I'm not sure if that's good or bad. Last Sunday a few of us Eton girls went to London for the day for some touristy things and some shopping on Regents street (amazing!) and all I can say is I can't wait for it to warm up! It seems silly, but we really couldn't wait to hop on the tube every time we moved on to our next destination after standing out in the cold just because they keep the underground so warm!
Tuesday was of course a very special day in America and I made the boys watch the inaugural speech with me (Nick and I had a little argument after I said "bar-ACK" instead of "BAR-ick" as they tend to pronounce it here. Silly!) That night I met some friends in London for an Obama Party and was relieved to be able to speak to some Americans, having literally not done so since I arrived weeks ago. And, just to make the night that much more memorable, I of course tripped getting into a taxi and fell flat on my face, mainly my mouth, and am still nursing the resulting fat lip!
Now I'm off for a night of drinking legally, hehe.
Love love love,
Kelsea
Monday, January 19, 2009
Pictures...finally!
Hi hi, here are some pictures finally...I have about a million more but thought these were special:
View of the Eton College Chapel from one of my bedroom windows
One of the Eton playing fields with Windsor castle in the far background...greenest grass I've seen in my life.
Inside St. George's Chapel at the castle. I wasn't supposed to be taking pictures but God didn't say anything?
Windsor Castle and the high street
View of Big Ben, West minster Bridge etc. etc. from across the Thames
The Tower Bridge...it looks nice here but it was actually terribly windy and cold!
Myself and my Dutch friend, Anouk, being weird on the train...(I promise we're not drunk, it was noon on a Sunday!)
Myself, Lauren from Australia, and Anouk looking well-mannered after lunch in London
Cute.
Piccadilly Circus (and myself)
Piccadilly Circus
Love love love,
Kelsea
View of the Eton College Chapel from one of my bedroom windows
One of the Eton playing fields with Windsor castle in the far background...greenest grass I've seen in my life.
Inside St. George's Chapel at the castle. I wasn't supposed to be taking pictures but God didn't say anything?
Windsor Castle and the high street
View of Big Ben, West minster Bridge etc. etc. from across the Thames
The Tower Bridge...it looks nice here but it was actually terribly windy and cold!
Myself and my Dutch friend, Anouk, being weird on the train...(I promise we're not drunk, it was noon on a Sunday!)
Myself, Lauren from Australia, and Anouk looking well-mannered after lunch in London
Cute.
Piccadilly Circus (and myself)
Piccadilly Circus
Love love love,
Kelsea
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The cinema, the castle, the club, and ABBA
Hello hello,
Having decided that Saturday will be the official update-my-blog day, here is update #2. Nothing too exciting has happened since last Saturday but, in true Kelsea fashion, I'll make a list:
1. Went to a movie (*film) at a British movie theater (*cinema)
This wasn't actually too exciting but we did have to drive a little ways to get there, on the left side of the road, and having never been in a car at night here it was actually really scary and confusing (I think it was the headlights). We originally were going to see the Che Guevara movie but somehow got stuck seeing Sex Drive which sounds really terrible and is really terrible. It's one of those movies like Superbad where they use really offensive humor (*humour) to entertain high school-aged kids. I will admit that it secretly made me miss America though (they go on a road trip through the mid-west) and I left the theater with a craving for Taco Bueno. (Side note: whenever my friends from here say "taco" ("tock-o"), they say "taack-o", which is hilarious.)
2. Hung out at the Castle and giggled at the Queen's guards' hats
Once we got over the initial excitement of being at the castle, it was really fun just to remind each other/ourselves that we were in the castle when we were doing really un-castle-like things. That sounds bad, but I mean silly things like flying remote control helicopters, or making pancakes. Oh yeah, and the guards. Hilarious. They're the ones who aren't allowed to talk or move. It sounds like such a cliche, but when you see them standing there with their fuzzy hats (*bearskins) you immediately want to go and try to get a reaction out of them. Or just giggle.
3. Went out dancing at a proper club
This is something I would never do in Wichita! I had heard really terrible things about the huge clubs here and how gross the people there were, but somehow I was convinced to go last Sunday. Maybe it was because it was a Sunday and all the gross people were at home, but I definitely had so much fun. This place is called Liquid- they have the ropes outside, and it costs £6 to get in ($9) and £1.50 ($2.25) to check your coat, which you are required to do. The thing I like about it though is they have two dance rooms, one that plays really terrible hip-hop and Britney Spears and such, and one that plays good new music and even better old music. (Needless to say, we hung out in the latter.) I did find out that if you're going to go, take your own guys with you, because otherwise you'll be asked to dance by all kinds of gross dudes, (who can somehow always spot my accent just after a "HUH?")
4. Sang lots of ABBA and made lots of cheese on toast, both for the children
I had never seen Mamma Mia! (the musical made up of ABBA songs) or really listened to ABBA before I came here, but Louise, my lovely host mom (*mum) got the DVD for Christmas and I've probably seen it about 6 times now. The boys love it! Thomas (the 3-year-old) and I were on our way back from swimming lessons at the Leisure center (that's LEE-sure, I refuse to say LEH-sure no matter how much I get made fun of!) and I was pushing him in the stroller (*pram) singing Super Trouper quite obnoxiously, all the while Thomas was very adamantly correcting my mis-sung lyrics. Speaking of Thomas, I make him lunch after picking him up from pre-school (*nursery) everyday and I think I'm becoming quite the pro on British kid food. Back home it's peanut butter & jelly (*jam) and grilled cheese, but here it's Marmite soldiers and cheese on toast, (I showed him the peanut butter sandwich I was eating and he promptly "eww"ed). When he asked for cheese on toast the first time, I thought about it a little and came back with a delicious grilled cheese sandwich. Cheese on toast, however, is exactly that, some toast with melted cheese on top, and he couldn't understand why I had stuck the bread together. Silly American!
Thanks for reading, and now I'm going to work on posting some pictures. Promise!
Love love love,
Kelsea
*indicates silly British counter-word
Having decided that Saturday will be the official update-my-blog day, here is update #2. Nothing too exciting has happened since last Saturday but, in true Kelsea fashion, I'll make a list:
1. Went to a movie (*film) at a British movie theater (*cinema)
This wasn't actually too exciting but we did have to drive a little ways to get there, on the left side of the road, and having never been in a car at night here it was actually really scary and confusing (I think it was the headlights). We originally were going to see the Che Guevara movie but somehow got stuck seeing Sex Drive which sounds really terrible and is really terrible. It's one of those movies like Superbad where they use really offensive humor (*humour) to entertain high school-aged kids. I will admit that it secretly made me miss America though (they go on a road trip through the mid-west) and I left the theater with a craving for Taco Bueno. (Side note: whenever my friends from here say "taco" ("tock-o"), they say "taack-o", which is hilarious.)
2. Hung out at the Castle and giggled at the Queen's guards' hats
Once we got over the initial excitement of being at the castle, it was really fun just to remind each other/ourselves that we were in the castle when we were doing really un-castle-like things. That sounds bad, but I mean silly things like flying remote control helicopters, or making pancakes. Oh yeah, and the guards. Hilarious. They're the ones who aren't allowed to talk or move. It sounds like such a cliche, but when you see them standing there with their fuzzy hats (*bearskins) you immediately want to go and try to get a reaction out of them. Or just giggle.
3. Went out dancing at a proper club
This is something I would never do in Wichita! I had heard really terrible things about the huge clubs here and how gross the people there were, but somehow I was convinced to go last Sunday. Maybe it was because it was a Sunday and all the gross people were at home, but I definitely had so much fun. This place is called Liquid- they have the ropes outside, and it costs £6 to get in ($9) and £1.50 ($2.25) to check your coat, which you are required to do. The thing I like about it though is they have two dance rooms, one that plays really terrible hip-hop and Britney Spears and such, and one that plays good new music and even better old music. (Needless to say, we hung out in the latter.) I did find out that if you're going to go, take your own guys with you, because otherwise you'll be asked to dance by all kinds of gross dudes, (who can somehow always spot my accent just after a "HUH?")
4. Sang lots of ABBA and made lots of cheese on toast, both for the children
I had never seen Mamma Mia! (the musical made up of ABBA songs) or really listened to ABBA before I came here, but Louise, my lovely host mom (*mum) got the DVD for Christmas and I've probably seen it about 6 times now. The boys love it! Thomas (the 3-year-old) and I were on our way back from swimming lessons at the Leisure center (that's LEE-sure, I refuse to say LEH-sure no matter how much I get made fun of!) and I was pushing him in the stroller (*pram) singing Super Trouper quite obnoxiously, all the while Thomas was very adamantly correcting my mis-sung lyrics. Speaking of Thomas, I make him lunch after picking him up from pre-school (*nursery) everyday and I think I'm becoming quite the pro on British kid food. Back home it's peanut butter & jelly (*jam) and grilled cheese, but here it's Marmite soldiers and cheese on toast, (I showed him the peanut butter sandwich I was eating and he promptly "eww"ed). When he asked for cheese on toast the first time, I thought about it a little and came back with a delicious grilled cheese sandwich. Cheese on toast, however, is exactly that, some toast with melted cheese on top, and he couldn't understand why I had stuck the bread together. Silly American!
Thanks for reading, and now I'm going to work on posting some pictures. Promise!
Love love love,
Kelsea
*indicates silly British counter-word
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