My brother has been in the U.K for a couple of weeks for work. I took the rare opportunity to indoctrinate him to the English way of life. First up, the pub. Well actually, he discovered T.K Maxx first and has been stockpiling enough clothes and toys for his kids till they reach adulthood. Anyway, back to the food. He's been fed the Sunday roast, tried yorkshire pudding for the first time, had the best Indian curry in town shoved down his throat..... I think you're getting the picture. Asian hospitality means that you force feed your guests until their arteries are clogged with 2 extra layers of fat and then you roll them off to the airport.
I may live in one of the prettiest medieval towns in England but 90% of the time, I'm indoors pounding away on the keyboard. A little like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, peering out of the darkness every now and then to show everyone that I'm still well and alive. Having my brother around gave me an excuse to put aside the electronic gadget that's permanently attached to my fingers (aka laptop) and explore my backyard.