Old like the world (and his wife)

Chéri, did you see my flip flop?
After a 9-month long autumn accompanied by exactly 9 months of endless complaints about the miserable weather you would expect the British to welcome above average temperatures with a smile and a sigh of relief. You should know better....

Can I have a Rosetta stone to take away, please?
I still feel I need a sort of the Rosetta stone to interact in a fluidier fashion with my British cousins. After almost two years spent on the wet compost of la perfide Albion, there is something I am still not able to handle.  Let me explain....

Tomorrow will feel as if England is finally accepting me.
Let's face it, I use to feel like an old rejected graft, the unsuccessful merger of the froggy branch with the English apple tree system. I was an outCider. Some say it was just bad timing. Recession times, really what did you expect?...

Like every country, England has its bad habits. Gambling is one of them. Some families, here, even had connections with the ancient East End gangsters before betting was allowed.
It looks like you can take a punt on whatever you want in the Kingdom, from the date of birth of a child to... the last breath of an old uncle. Well maybe the latter isn't true. But, frankly, you never know....