This morning a stranger complimented my new spectacles and I was so startled I poured 16 ounces of boiling hot coffee down myself.
While this reaction is largely down to the fact that I am a twitchy oddity, the fact is, strangers don’t talk to me in Cambridge. My normal conversational skills are in the “nonexistent to poor” range and never exercised.
In other news, I am homesick today. I will be treating the malaise with interrogative requests, right hand fork wielding, and US style comma placements.