Notes from a Small Island by Bill Bryson5/23/2023 ![]() What a wondrous place this was - crazy as fuck, of course, but adorable to the tiniest degree. ![]() Every last bit of it, good and bad - Marmite, village fetes, country lanes, people saying 'mustn't grumble' and 'I'm terribly sorry but', people apologizing to me when I conk them with a nameless elbow, milk in bottles, beans on toast, haymaking in June, stinging nettles, seaside piers, Ordnance Survey maps, crumpets, hot-water bottles as a necessity, drizzly Sundays - every bit of it. “Suddenly, in the space of a moment, I realized what it was that I loved about Britain - which is to say, all of it. ![]()
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