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By Lucy Days in England: 21 Over the weekend I went to buy chips, or ‘crisps’, for the first time since I got to the UK. They don’t have Lays, they have ‘Walkers’, which look to be the same thing. Doritos “Cool Original” instead of Cool Nacho. The texture of the chip is different as…
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By Lucy Days in England: 18 I spent two whole days in bed, having finally crashed from the go-go-go. Friday evening I felt well enough to haul myself out of bed and throw a roast in the oven. With butter beans, I’ve never had them before. They’re nice. Saturday, after we sorted breakfast, the couch…
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By Lucy Days in England: 14 We both woke up around 6 on our last day. Oddly, to me at least, there are very few places open before 10 AM around “downtown” Edinburgh. It was clear but bitterly cold, and we walked more than half an hour to find a place – not that the…
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By Lucy Days in England: 11. 12? Losing track. Day two of poor sleep, this time due to whatever respiratory virus I had acquired. It settled in my sinuses every time I tried to lay down, so I couldn’t breathe and jerked awake coughing and sputtering. Eventually I flipped the light on and stayed up…
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By Lucy Days in England: 9 3/4 [Note: My illness came back with a vengeance over the weekend. My fever has gone down, but I still have laryngitis to the point that I can’t speak. I’ve also been having difficulty managing my symptoms enough to sleep well. Thank you for your patience as I work…
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By Lucy Days in England: 6 Sunday was another rest day. Monday dawned bright; not getting much of the famous English rain! Rich made breakfast again, this time a proper English breakfast; with hashbrowns, bacon, sausage, toast, and scrambled eggs folded with black pudding. I’ve not had black pudding before and it was delicious with…
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By Lucy Days in England: 4 Friday was a rest day. Rich had an eleven hour shift, so I slept in, had canned soup for lunch, and played video games with Damocles into the evening. Rich was an absolute sweetheart and came home with pizza, little chocolates, fudge and a jar of onions in balsamic…
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By Lucy Days in England: 1 I finally managed to drag myself out of my coma-like sleep at 8 AM on Thursday and Rich had made me an egg sandwich for breakfast. We needed to go shopping sooner rather than later; he had stocked up on tea for me, but not granulated sugar, among other…
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By Lucy Days in England: 0 There I was, newly decanted into London, having not slept for 24 hours, hungry, carrying heavy bags, and the first thing I did was lose one hundred dollars. Rich asked me what I wanted to do first, to which I only reply that I was surprised I was still…
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