Last year, my Mum, Dad and I went on holiday to England. On the last day, I told them: ‘I am going to be English today’. My parents just laughed. At breakfast, I ordered bacon, sausage, egg and beans.
Later that morning, we visited a café. There was only us in there, but I made Mum and Dad line up in a queue. We ordered a pot of tea and we drank it with milk. It was a lovely cuppa. Next, we went to the park to feed the ducks. On the way, a girl bumped into me. ‘Sorry luv!’ she exclaimed. ‘Sorry, luv!’ I replied, even though it wasn’t my fault. ‘Lovely weather, by the way, isn’t it?’ I added. ‘It is for the moment,’ the girl replied, ‘but it’s going to rain later.’
Then, we went into town and we looked at the charity shops. There were ten charity shops, with lots of bargains. I bought three things I didn’t really need. Later Dad drove us back to the hotel and we got stuck in traffic for ages. We listened to radio 1.
When we got back, I drew a picture of a dog. Dad complimented me on what a good picture it was.’ Oh it’s really awful’, I said. Then I took my ‘dog’ for a walk round the hotel.
In the evening, I suggested fish and chips for supper, but my Dad didn’t fancy fish and chips, he fancied a curry. He said there’s nothing more English than chicken tikka massala!’
‘Right-oh dad,’ I agreed. ‘And then let’s go to the pub afterwards.’ ‘Go to the pub after the curry? No, no, no Alessandra! That’s not English. First, the pub and then the curry!’ Oops, I forgot, my dad used to be a student in England and he knows how to be English!
