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Up late next morning feeling
pretty good,
despite indigestion from the
Christmas pud.
Then in front of me a full English
"fry
up" was placed, tomatoes for breakfast? geez these English have no
taste.
Off to Rochester to see a castle
and cathedral so old and stout, and to view sites that Charles Dickens
wrote about.
Back to Gravesend to see the
Thames fort, and Pocahontas resting place where she died
just out of port.
Home to rest and a cup of tea that
everyone sips, followed by the Friday night custom of fish
"n" chips.
Out to the pub with Julie
as well, Who had be forewarned about me as you can tell.
Chris went and got the first round,
came back with half empty glasses "Christ"! You don't get much here for your pound.
In my newly acquired English accent,
I said barman you can improve on that, these glasses are half empty now fill em you
brat.
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