On this island they speak a language similar to my own and sometimes I forget that I'm the one with the accent. It's for those reasons and more that I sometime forget I am a foreigner. Then like a bug into an open mouth, I am reminded.
The other day I was late for a hair cut, because the
hereditary head of state had to go from one
palace to another by a
horse-drawn entourage. Ah, London.
Given that this particular hereditary head of state spent her late teenage years driving and maintaining cars in the nation's armed forces, traveling by horse-drawn carriage is probably not to her liking either!
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