Dear God,
As I am a teensy bit jetlagged, please help me to be forebearing to American bovine behaviour and allow me to understand that these people are just part of Your Grand Plan, and that not everyone can be witty and erudite like the English. In short, dear God, please help me not to be a Terrible Snob.
Love,
Me x
ps Thank you for making the churchyard so pretty on Tuesday morning and for arranging for the birds to sing so sweetly by the grave. I'm sure the people in the next row that were cutting the grass thought me a right nincompoop as I stood there muttering under my breath and sniffling. They were happy tears, I promise, mixed with the awful dread of having to leave that lovely place. I will TRY to be a better person. Really I will.
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