My birthday has come and gone and now I find myself in my late thirties. And guess what? Nothing happened. I didn’t instantly become a cat lady spending my nights alone watching sappy romantic comedies, eating my feelings, stuffing my face with dark chocolate and dreaming of my future husband. You see, I didn’t become one of those because I have always been one. Minus the cats. I’m allergic or I know I would have them too. Haven’t you seen those YouTube videos? They are so cute.
For my birthday present I have decided to take a 10-day trip to England with one of my best friends. I am sure you have guessed, with all my references to Jane Austen, I am quite an anglophile. What better a place to look for British Boys than in England. (What did you think I meant by BB? Get your mind out of the gutters!) Continue Reading…