|I am in Heaven!|
My fiancé was a bit embarrassed and backed away a few steps. A lady who was stocking the shelves was giving me a funny look too. He told her "Oh don't mind her, she's English." Of course, being outgoing Americans, they got chatting and she told us how wonderful it was at Christmas when tins of English biscuits, Christmas crackers and other wondrous (my word, not hers) items were for sale. (I would have sheepishly smiled and moved away and never known about the Christmas goodies) I kicked myself for not shopping there before. What a waste of four or five years - I could have been eating spaghetti on toast all that time. What had I been thinking?