Our trip is nearly done. It's dark outside on our final day. Jono is pouring gin and tonics. We leave tomorrow at 9 a.m., arriving back in Portland at 7 p.m., which will be 3 a.m. back in England. So now it's time for some random photos and thoughts:
I love that pharmacies are called chemists in England. I don't know why. And I'd very much like to live on Frogley Road. But I don't know about Speedo Pizza. Not only is speed the wrong priority for pizza, but I imagine the delivery man showing up in a skimpy bathing suit. Not a pretty picture. Nor would I call my shop White Stuff, which I think is what people call cocaine and also sounds vaguely racial. And finally, given the vast number of calories involved, I would not call my fish and chips shop the Sea Cow.
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