English is English…right?

Today I shall talk about my self. This is for the benefit of my faithful followers that have never met me in person. I need to because this story shell be pointless otherwise.

Lately I have been asked a lot if I am British. I contribute this to my love of tweed, horses and dogs; which I share with the Queen. However I get told I sound British.

So without further ado: I am in fact not British. I was born and raised in the heart of Europe. The only country in this world that has the word love in it’s name. The accent everybody seems to notice is a product of great, free education and love of BBC channel. Coincidentally we recently moved from England where we spend a few years due to no fault of our own and I can assure you nobody thought I sounded native. Everybody did understand me though, which is more then I can say these days.

I lived somewhere else for years. I stood out because I was one of the few blondes. In fact there were so few I started believing I was a natural one. But  when I spoke everybody understood me just fine.

I traveled the world a lot. And every Mc Donald’s I have been east of Greenwich they got my order right. Fast forward to today and every time I hit the drive thru in my town I get a toy for a girl that my son is devastated about. And a wrong burger. Sometimes apple dippers. Which is just absurd. I already decided my son will not eat healthy today when I drove here, don’t make me regret it.

That’s what’s odd. In my own country, founded by immigrants, land of diversity, where we all share a common language, I am most misunderstood. Just proves to show it’s the little things that make a big difference.

Which brings me to my story today. I fired an email including an innocent word used often in English English to describe a fool. Because my phone underlines most of my writing without suggesting correct spelling I googled the word. Turns out the spelling wasn’t the problem. In American English, it is a rude version of a word that only gynecologist should inquire about. Not good.

I have a moral obligation to my son now to watch my language. It is hard enough without having to use search engines to insure I am safe. Lucky for me I have my mother tongue as back up. I can always swear out laud, just like my grandpa did. Talk about preserving my heritage.

PS: Just in case; I took a chance and did the test Are you British? Here are my results. Clearly three years of drinking tea and complaining about the weather made an impact on me. Better pack my facinator, off to see the Royal wedding.

I am 77.5% British, just like
Michael Caine
Though you know your way around London you are most likely to retire to the West Coast of the USA.

Take the Brit Quiz at
Quiz written by Daz





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  1. Posted March 25, 2011 at 02:20 by Marinka | Permalink

    I certainly hope it wasn’t a curse word! And OMG, like Michael Caine! Couldn’t they have said Kate Moss?!

    • Posted March 25, 2011 at 07:13 by admin | Permalink

      Guess Kate Moss is not due to retire for next couple of months yet. Or doesn’t know how to read the tube map.

  2. Posted March 25, 2011 at 09:16 by Sherry | Permalink

    Please don’t lose your natural accent! Everyone thought I had a accent when we returned from Saudi…a British one! NEVER!! xoxoox

    • Posted March 25, 2011 at 11:50 by admin | Permalink

      You will be pleased to know I have retired the use of trousers and wear pants these days. Making mama proud? x

      • Posted March 26, 2011 at 05:29 by Sherry | Permalink

        For sure!! Walked by the Jimmy Choo store at the mall…wish you were here! Miss you!! Jimmy Choo’s with pants!