Local Language

  • gypsy’s warning

    A quiet word to an employee or aquaintance, suggesting that they’d best proceed with caution in respect of their current conduct or attitude, or they may be in for an unpleasant surprise. The details of which aren’t actually set out by the giver of the warning, who may or may not have control over their…

Journal

  • Windsor

    When the queen asks you ’round for tea, you go. When she doesn’t, you go anyway and do your best to fit in among the commoners.

  • Something In the Way

    Ali isn’t wasting any time. And I am seeing things I haven’t managed to cross off my list in nearly two years.

  • On Wednesday

    On Wednesday I try my best to make sure I contact my dad. Whether it’s an email or a phone call, it’s kind of our day. So, this post is for my dad. I hope you enjoyed it. www.drewandjengotolondon.com

  • Feels Like Home

    Just come on in – we’re catching up on old times, but you are welcome to join us.

  • Fun, Friends, Food

    Southern girls bring food to parties. Sometimes I get a little out of control.

  • Working Late

    I don’t even remember Hot Cross Buns. My piano teacher would not be surprised.

  • It Pains Me to Say It

    In the scheme of things this seems like the least of our global worries, but my heart does go out to those hopeful hearts that are broken over England’s less than graceful exit off the stage.

  • Pick Up The Phone
    Master P

    Thursday morning Jen and I decided to go stand in line for the new iPhone 4 at our local O2 shop. This is our epic journey in the quest for a phone. (And no worries, Jen will get back around to blogging about our lovely visitors soon.)

  • This Little Light of Mine

    Tuesdays, man. I thought Mondays were something else until I met a Tuesday. Me and this little lost dog are thinking of you.

  • Fuzzy on Friday

    Nashville is coming to London pretty often these days. I like it this way.

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