Translation: Bangs, Snaps, Candy, Barettes
Just some more examples of the language differences my Welsch friend and I notice in an afternoon of tea and chatting. I’m practically British.
Here’s Claire ready to muck out the barn in her wellies. They are much too big, but she insists on wearing them all the time.

Sometimes, when Brian is traveling, I wake up with two girls in my bed.

I buy flowers sometimes…

…but nothing is better than the tiny little blooms that Bea finds for me.


Claire and her wellies again:

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