Today was a day dedicated to errands. My loving husband came home on his lunch break so we could take Malcolm to get his rabies shot for his big day across the Atlantic in July, and then I took care of other things in the city center.
I held up a line at the local post office with my American swipe credit card (everyone else has chips), I couldn't figure out if I should push or pull the door at the optometrist's office, I forgot which way to look before I crossed a busy street to get to a stationery store, and I accidentally walked on the right side of the sidewalk instead of the left which almost caused a nice gentleman to drop his groceries.
I survived my big day in the city and rewarded myself with a large, American coffee frappuccino from Starbucks.
(Have I mentioned that in the UK I'm extremely awkward? Oh yes, the title of the post.)