I really hope/think this means “thanks!” One time, I stopped for a guy on a bicycle and he said “Cheers!” in a friendly manner as he rode past. That sounds positive, right?
I’m 99 percent confident it doesn’t mean something like, “Get out of my way, American person who has no clue how to cross streets!”
I definitely know the meaning of this one, it’s an elevator! Makes loads of sense. The only lifts I’ve ridden have been in Tube stations, where they can be rather sketchy. Once I was riding in a lift and it was being finicky so I said to my friend, “We’re all gonna die on here.”
Then a random stranger started cracking up. Then I got super awkward as I contemplated my own awkwardness, which made him laugh more.
I personally didn’t find the thought of death with 20 other strangers funny, but to each his own.
Personally, I’ll stick to the stairs from now on.
The British biscuit (aka cookie) is perhaps the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. There is one kind that is particularly good, called “digestives.” We aren’t really sure if they help digestion, but we pretend like they do, for the sake of health. They are impossible to describe, but I will fill my suitcase with them upon my return.
Oatmeal, my morning sustenance and the love of my life. Saying “porridge” makes me feel like Goldilocks, but that’s all just part of the charm.
Speaking of food, stay tuned for my in-depth look at British food next week!