Model!

The shop I work at is featured on an 'about Sheffield' website, and guess who managed to get in all of the pictures?
Check it out at http://www.spinsheffield.com/tours/Starbucks_Coffee_Co_Lower_Gallery/1

Rectum? Damn near killed 'em!

An older couple argue all of the way to my till about where my accent is from...finally, the husband just asks me outright whether I am Canadian or American, and with a smile I tell him. The wife jumps in with anecdotes of their recent trip to BC, telling me that in every coffee shop they went to, they could just order a 'regular' coffee, and everyone knew what they meant. Recognizing the standard TimHo's order, I smiled and asked if that was in Tim Horton's.
"Oh no dear', she replied, 'We didn't go to Tim Hortons. We went to Vancouver, and to Victoria..."

In which John and I discover our heritage

In the past week, John and I have eaten potatoes with five consecutive meals. We have also drunk an entire 26 (actually 700mL, because they cheat you on your liquor in this country) of whisky. Our Irish heritage is starting to show...

In which most of Leeds sees me laughing so hard I cry

John, his mum and I are at Ikea in Leeds on Sunday afternoon. Among other things, we're trying to find a knife block that will accomodate our massive scary chef's knife. While John and I argue over whether the hole in the knife block is more thn 5cm wide, having lost the convenient paper tape measure, John's mum, a midwife, just picks up the display model, spreads her fingers, and deadpans, "No, only about four and a half."
I was a little slow on the uptake, but apparently the look on my face when I figured it out was priceless.

(She was spot-on.)