Ahh, British things.
So, I'm on my way back from a local pub in south london, working class community. After making friends and already being recognized as a 'regular' (because I have been there three days in a row?), I stumbled back to my airbnb. I'm staying on a street called "Fox Hill". And what do I see? Hanging out on the road, the road on a hill rather, is a fox, staring at me. A fox, on a hill, on a street named Fox Hill. Alright, I'm amused.
I then make my way to my door. These are the keys I used to open my ancient house. These keys look like something out of a cartoon. Oh, Britain. You are pretty cool.
