Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Do they grow strawberries around that part of Umbria? You could have a proper English summer picnic in no time. I'll bring the Pimm's and the Stilton.
My ancestors, on my mother's side, were in the Raj, and of course, carried on the tradition of being more English than the English - and very in-your-foreign-face about it - in every colonial hell-hole they were posted in. My grandmother was born in Alexandria, my great aunt Pat in Rajputna and my great aunt Frances in New Delhi. I figure there's a book in it: 20th Century Colonial...
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