I discovered my Welsh and tried out my Scottish, Irish, Brummie and Yorkshire accents today at work. I think my Scottish was the best. Kirsty laughed at my new-found Welsh and Karen thumped me for insulting her Yorkshire roots.
It made me think about how much I know about my beloved England. Not much as it happens. I appear to be proud of being something of which I know little about.
For instance, I didn't really know how many counties there were, or how many shires. Do you, without googling it? I know how many states there are in America and in France, young children can recite all the departments with ease, yet I still don't know how many there are. It's not that I can't remember or anything...I never knew to begin with.
Anyway, before I completely embarrass myself...
Welcome to Rajeev Arora who left a comment recently and I've just noticed that he is a follower (silhouette). Where do you hail from, live or hang out Raj? Let us know a little something about you...but it's okay if you don't really want to.
Sometimes I'm just a bit too pushy for my own good.