You know you've been in Wales for 6 months when ...

I know--its been years since my last blog. A biggy-hugo mid-life crisis got in the way. But it seemed time to offer up something and so a few brief thoughts as we've just passed the 6 month mark.

You know you've been in Wales for 6 months when:
1. Out walkin' in drizzle--no rain jacket
2. Out walkin' in a light rain--maybe the rain jacket but no hood up.
3. When on the way to the market (here's 4. market, not store) it starts to pour and even though pretty close to home you keep on goin--drenchedness and all.
5. When it starts to hail madly while walking up Bryn-y-mor Crescent (a killer hill, those who shall visit us, you'll see!--oh and site of our future tiny studio apartment ... probably) with a backpack full of potatoes, apples, cans of beans and tomatoes, tahini, etc. you exclaim: Bloody Hell!
6. A pound is a pound is a pound (what's that cost in dollars? don't know, didn't even wonder).
7. Still no brawley but unlike the first two months when you considered giving up chips for 3 weeks in order to afford one, now you just think--Brawley? Why?
8. Brawley ... not umbrella.
9. You know what the Seven Nations Tournament is.
10. You know its about Rugby.
11. You know that as long as the English lose the Welsh will be smiling tomorrow.
12. You know that Wales' patron saint St. David invented the concept of distiguishing uniforms for soldiers by passing out leeks to Welsh fighters to stick in their hats--a way they could tell each other apart in battle--thereby not killing their own side ... and this is why leeks are the Welsh vegetable and daffodils the welsh flower (since they have leeky type leaves)
13. A month long spell of only occassional rain qualifies as a drought.
14. You automatically spell programme, centre, theatre
15. You are seriously considering buying some Laverbread (and know what it is--which, by the way is sea algae--Swansea Market is one of the only places you can buy it, in styrofoam cups, by the kilo.)
16. Everything is the Naz ... no, wait ... that's just a Bowie thing.

And so: ta, cheers--Sorry this post is rubbish, and bore da to you!