a weekend in the country/how exciting/how incredibly droll

so. marion and i, not wanting to overstay our welcome with our first lovely host, scrambled desperately around for another place (i.e. if you were on the receiving end of any one of those frantic emails i sent out, my sincere apologies. i don't mean to mooch off of your continental connections).
we contacted an old mother of a friend of a sister (shout out julie cohn!) and she generously offered to house us in chichester (where the cathedral is).

topics of conversation included:

-- levels of alcoholism in england vs. usa

-- it's a fetus, not a penis, on my foot

-- how lucky the americans were to tie when the brits were clearly a superior team (also, what being "off-sides" means, complete with demonstration)

--mythology of SSRI's

--an awful lot about weddings