For months, we've been joking about moving to England whenever we encounter something unfavorable. "Nanny O'Brien's is closing? Pfftt! I'm moving to England in protest!" "They're closing the bridge for 18 months? Forget that! Let's move to England!" "No matter how many times I ask, Brookeville Grocery doesn't stock fat-free half-and-half. Ach! Another reason to leave!"
Yesterday? On the shelf at Brookeville? Fat-free half-and-half.
Too bad. We're moving to England.
