Queenswood Arboretum, Herefordshire, England (forestcrafter on flickr)
I am posting Herefordshire because I am drinking Herefordshire cider AS WE SPEAK that I bought here at the airport in Gatwick which is where I am sitting as we speak. This is MAGICAL CIDER!! This cider is brilliant. It is bloody brilliant cider so cheers to Herefordshire and England in general that is what I say. It only cost a pound and ten pee except I have had three of them so that is three pounds and thirty pees.
There are these buses running past these doors where I am sitting, see, and this floaty voice above me keeps saying "Mind your head. Mind your head."
I think this is funny as shit because your mind is inside your head so how can it watch after something on the outside of itself? Anyway I just told this security fellow standing nearby this (well, I was kind of singing ‘Mind yourhead, mindyour head’and he wanted me to stop) And THEN he says to me “Did you know British cider has alcohol in it, ma’m?”
WELL I DO NOW, DUDE!!!!! AHAHAHA that is excellent. I have no idea how I am going to get to the hotel although it is just across the car park. I think the security people are discussing this amongst themselves but I CAN HEAR THEM oh yes I can.
japheree said:Haha! By way of a telling cultural comparison to this, it wasn’t until I met my pet North American that I realized that Cider could come /without/ alcohol!
queenofthegeese said:Mmm… hard cider is so yummy! And three of them? Wow! ;) I’m so glad that you’ve been enjoying yourself so much. Was your husband terribly upset about that hotel stay? Or just terribly jealous like so many of us are? ;)