Ladies and Gentlemen, I have sold out to London. I am so ashamed. They say that the best defense is a good offense (or is it the best offense is a good defense? I don’t do sports analogies.) I came to London on offense. I would not be changed. I wore my pearls, teased my hair, monogrammed my pillows and said y’all every time I could feasibly fit into conversation. I was and am determined to leave London just as southern and Texan as I was when I got here if not more. I indulge in the occasional fish and chips but in my heart I know I would rather be eating fried catfish and hushpuppies. Our default date night dinner is now Indian food with curry and naan dipped in chutney, but I have never doubted that I would rather be in Uncle Julio’s with fajitas and chips and salsa. I shop in John Lewis and Selfridges & Co, but would much rather be in Nordstrom. You get the picture. Last week I was having lunch with Sarah and we were putting off getting back out into the freezing cold and snow and she said she wanted something warm to drink. She ordered hot tea and I decided that I would just have what she was having.
Confession time: I liked it. It was really good. Usually when I had hot tea it was green tea and I was sick, just drinking it because it helped my throat. This was just everyday hot tea. I even bought some at the store to drink at home. Don’t worry, I don’t put milk in it, I’m not a Yankee. Sometimes it is just easier to make a cup of tea than make a pot of coffee and I feel a little twinge of guilt each time.
I think I may need to get some more things monogrammed.