We Live in a Cliche British Town

After Ebony and I played in London I took her back up to Sheffield to see my stomping ground.

The weather was grey and nasty and I can't imagine anything more cliche for her visit here.

I mean how predictable is it?!?

The fog and perfectly manicured gardens ...

The Very cliche red telephone box.

Of course she took the cliche tourist picture with it.

Warning : 

Although these look adorable,

 if you visit and try to get your picture inside of one, 

there is a 99% chance that when you open the door

it will smell very very strongly of urine.

There is an 83% that there will be photos of scantily clad women inside.

If you want, you can call them for a good time.

Cliche little village a couple miles from our house.  

Looking even more cliche in the fog.

We had tea in a little cafe / post office.  

Which is also a cliche thing to do in England.

And we said hello to some greedy ducks, who got a little too close for comfort.  

But I really like the awkward skinny black and white duck.

I wish I could have an awkward pet duck.

Since it's black, I'd name it Darkwing Duck.

I'd laugh at it walking awkwardly in my manicured British garden 

and we'd have our own supply of duck eggs, which is on my list.

Or maybe I'd have a goose and call it Silly.

Then it would really be a Silly Goose.

Happy Friday!