A Right Anglo

One can hardly take in the title of The English Muse without tapping into one's inherent Anglophile nature. Are you with me? Okay, your Uncle Beefy typically refers to himself as a "Franglophile" given his love of things both French and English but for the moment I shall focus, Kids.

I love to armchair travel on a constant basis... pretending to flit about from shop to virtual shop admiring the wares, the merchandising, and the glorious accents used to offer me assistance while I try to muffle my desperate need to be seen as fashionably international. (This requires enormous mental fortitude and imagination when sitting at the 'puter in one's pajamas... just sayin'.)

One favorite virtual fix is Rockett St. George! They have a vast array of goodies of all sorts that will have you conjuring up images of us having tea at the window of my London flat as we secretly mock the American couple down below (in matching satin bowling jackets) inquiring about the possible whereabouts of an Applebee's. "Ha, ha, ha!" as we throw our heads back. "More Earl Grey? Or shall we have a Pimm's Cup? Nonsense! Let's grab a bite at Albion and then do some shopping!"

To blog perchance to dream.... sigh.