I spent a day there when I was there. Actually less than a day. Most of the time we just walked around - went to the covered market, went up to this steeple to get a view of the town, and then just toured the streets, to feel the Oxford vibe. Didn't seem like there was much to do. We did have the best cookie I have ever tasted in my whole life. Ben's Cookies. It is LITERALLY - heaven in cookie state. Perfect.
Ok, we have more or less planned our stay (got to get in touch with Mario to know if she will be able to travel with us etc.). Oxford looks very nice in those pics, Op! As soon as I get Mario's confirmation - she should answer the day after tomorrow- I'll let you know the details.
How do I feel?
Excited but also a bit concerned: will I understand you girls, will I be able to speak a decent English? Will I understand JOHN? Will I get every line and enjoy the show completely? IF we'll have the chance to meet HIM, will I be petrified as I expect to be? Nothing has changed, I'm still insecure.
I am not sure about Fema. Either a mispelled leg bone or a bunch of "Fools& earnestly meaning asses", claims Gulf coast native who has survived 50 hurricaines without federal intervention. Dang blue roofs.
I feel like he took the time to match his trousers and pocket square to the rear light on the bike in the front, while the folder matches the bike's bar. All for me and my photo.
I taglined the photo with "I say! What what." Because that is clearly what he is about to say. And yes Lozzy, there is absolutely no doubt his very important folder documents are milk-related. I see no other possibility.
Val - yay on the trip :) as for the self-flagellation -
I think the old man is a spy, and that folder contains highly classified information. He just looks like an old guy with a penchant for loud pants to throw off counter-spies.