Taking the English out of England

Yesterday was a truely vile day - the type of day that you expect in England in February. Low low cloud. Drizzle that goes on and on and on. Only sounds being the sounds of cars driving through puddles. No light. Just dank, grey, depressing.

Being Brits we felt right at home and were the only ones to be seen out walking, wellies, coats and rain hats firmly on, wet dog at our side.

Back home we couldn't resist the traditional Sunday lunch. A full on roast beef, roast potatoes, yorkshire pud affair. All that was missing was Ski Sunday or Rugby Special on BBC2, and we'd have had a proper British Sunday.