Although I fought off my jet lag for just about long enough to sample a pint of warm beer in an olde English pub the other night (seriously old, it was built in 1180), my first real outing (ie; one where I wasn't falling asleep) was to a coffee shop within a fabric store.
I bought lace, drank tea and ate a scone with cream and jam. You know, when in Rome, and all that.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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Oh how English of you, and you look so proper too. :-)
Ah! Eastbourne! There's a pub there that does the BEST food I've ever had.
I think it was the Marine Pub...? Highly recommend the Beef Wellington
hehe...you're looking very Miss Marple...love the look!
so adorable. simply refined. i must go put the kettle on
lucky you! oh too be drinking tea and eating scones in England.
lucky you! oh too be drinking tea and eating scones in England.
Thank you lady folk. I'll have to go down and check it out Lizzle. x
We are most definitely kindred spirits!!!
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