Only the other day, someone accused me of being ‘so very British’. Well, they didn’t so much ‘accuse’ me as say it in a very accusatory tone: I think it was as I was apologising profusely when they bumped into me.
That’s my problem, I am so very British: I’m apologetic, spontaneous, ironic, sarcastic and most days suffer from terrible verbal diarrhoea. The Swedes are, on the other hand, not; and I cannot imagine ANYONE accusing them of being chatty.
Despite all my best efforts, I don’t really fit in; I’m just another expat misfit. I’m a misplaced Selfie with an identity crisis.
And then I got depressed and down. And then I found this, and Everything was Right with the World.
Being helpless to resist saying “sorry, thanks” every time you pass through a doorway.
It was life affirming! I recognised myself on every single, highly entertaining page of this highly entertaining book.
Yes, I’m simply British. And there’s absolutely nothing I can do about that.
Note to Selfie: Remember to buy another copy from Amazon. Can also be followed on Twitter. https://twitter.com/SoVeryBritish