Cheating

I'm a cheater.
Cheat, cheat cheat!

Or, maybe a thief. I've robbed you.
For SIX years, I have robbed you.

Lied.
I've lied. I feel like an poser. My blog is a misrepresentation. Have you ever read my byline?
I'm an American living in Norfolk England and I've promised to share glimpses of what it's like living here in England.
I have declared over and over how much I love England, but my blog doesn't reflect it, does it?

I feel so terrible.

So far, I've mentioned "I' 11 times. Me, me, me- so self absorbed.

But now it's all about YOU.

I'm promising you now, for my remaining time in England, this blog will be the Anglophile's dream. For the next two months, it's all about you (well mostly... I still have incredible kids that need airtime).

So where do YOU want me to start?

March? Ok. We just waved goodbye to Easter 2013. It snowed. Again.
So not what Easter is supposed to be like.  

Easter in England is...

SO not from this year. Spring hasn't shown up yet

Color! Usually, the daffodils have bloomed- daffodils are everywhere. The sides of the road are drenched in their yellow loveliness. Even less-traveled country roads are a reflection of the hardest-working Daffodil Fairy in the world. I love it.

The stores shelves are bowing under the weight of chocolate eggs. Cadbury, Galaxy, Lindt eggs; Mario, Peppa Pig, Hello Kitty, One Direction marketed eggs. Some eggs come with the added bonus of Maltesers (like Whoppers but SO much nicer), Mars bars (yes, also SO much nicer), or jelly babies (OMGosh, how will I live without Jelly Babies?!). Every type of chocolate-white, milk, dark, luxury- comes sparkily packaged and ready to ruin any good kid's breakfast on Easter morning. I love England.
Rather than steal someone's image because I was not smart enough to get any of my own IN SEVEN YEARS OF LIVING IN ENGLAND, you can see what I'm talking about HERE


I did finally manage to find these this year...
Worth every penny...

and extra weight gain.

People who don't usually go to church, will, but only after several hours of preparation of the traditional Hot Cross Buns (one a penny, two a penny... yes, I sing that whenever we have them in the house).
My landlord got up at 6 am this year to prepare hers. I bought mine, a pack of twelve at Tesco for 75 pence. 

Again, I've never bothered to take my own photos... Tesco.com owns this one

The typical Sunday roast (roast beef or chicken served with root veg, gravy and Yorkshire puddings) is replaced with gammon (ham) or lamb.

Children don't wake to baskets with fake grass and goodies- that's what the chocolate egg is for-or walk around for two days with dyed fingers.
Most shop-bought eggs available here are brown, so there's really no point in smelling up the kitchen with vinegar. We buy our imported Danish eggs on base. They're white but have an large obnoxious red stamp on them. I wish they understood how they're ruining the look of our colored eggs.


Before Easter, the SG(Sexy Guy) and I took a quick trip to Ireland for St. Patty's Day. Perhaps YOU won't mind if I slip some more Ireland photos in here next time? And just maybe you won't have to wait several months for "next time".  And, there's a big change coming in our lives that I can't talk about right now, but will soon.

Please tell me I'm forgiven for cheating you and that you'll be back?