"the world spins madly on"

audrey & i went to dinner at white bull this evening. it's within walking distance {as is everything in ribchester} of the house.  the food was delicious. my meal included chicken & bacon & barbecue sauce. what more could a girl want? we were sitting there conversing{she was actually telling me something serious & emotional} when a drunk man came & chatted us up. he was a charmer. he was going out for a fag. yeah, you heard me. that's what they call cigarettes. i just can't get over it... but british accent+slurred speech=maximum confusion on my part. apparently, he had been there for six & a half hours. i could tell... poor man. nothing beats the locals. 

we came home in time to watch the x factor. the judges were quite testy tonight. 

now i'm watching this masterpiece:

colin firth at his best? no, of course not. but it's still great.

what movie could be more appropriate? a young girl going to england in search of her father who is an english diplomat? okay, so only the part about the young girl going to england applies. but now i want to go to london & shock them all with my sassy quirkiness. audrey just asked me if i want a coming out party whilst i'm here. {joke, obvi} i think i would make a ravishing debutante, yeah?

so, it occurred to me today that as much as i miss home beyond words, i'll really miss it here when i go back. even if i just spent the next seven months hanging out here in ribchester, i think i'd still miss it. c'est la vie. {"la vie"}
c'est la fin.

enjoy this picture of marcus mumford & laura marling,

& this one. yeah. i google imaged them