Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 140

Adult Swim Parties!

Adult swim in DC? What’s this all about? Pool parties and drinkiepoos?
Sounds like the sort of superficial nonsense that would be immensely enjoyable! πŸ˜‰

Shall we try the other end? (That's what she said...)

Shall we try the other end? (That’s what she said…)

In reality I expect there would be lots of shallow, saucy shenanigans going on that must result in all sorts of things being swapped, and not just business cards. Make your own mind up!

Savage….

Savage, MD. I wanted to take a look at SavageFest, a town festival about 10 miles from us. People had been dissing Savage, saying it was a ‘bit rough’, but I wanted to see it for myself.

Put it this way. I come from a lovely town called Bradford on Avon, in Wiltshire. It is beautiful and gentle and rather refined in character. There is a neighbouring town called Trowbridge, which is a bit rough and ready and has some distinctive characters. Savage is like Trowbridge. But I enjoyed it, nonetheless, because it had some soul and a buzz to it, and above all it was different from what I had experienced in my little UK Desperate Housewife USA bubble.

SavageFest in full swing

SavageFest in full swing

:)

πŸ™‚

Getting ready for 4th July!

Getting ready for 4th July!

It's a cute town with some amazing houses!

It’s a cute town with some amazing houses!

Food stuffs everywhere!

Food stuffs everywhere!

And church stuff too

And church stuff too

And ruddy Funnel Cake!

And ruddy Funnel Cake!

I love this guy. He was looking at the flower baskets!

I love this guy. He was looking at the flower baskets!

These guys were on their front lawn (and totally out of it) enjoying the free festival and music!

These guys were on their front lawn (and totally out of it) enjoying the free festival and music!

:)

πŸ™‚

She is 73 and charming!

She is 73 and charming!

Promoting Historic Savage

Promoting Historic Savage

This guy stopped the traffic :)

This guy stopped the traffic πŸ™‚

The American flag flies everywhere

The American flag flies everywhere

And people let me take their photos, which is always a relief, because sometimes they look like they want to headbutt me when I do. The majority, however, are delighted to share their American stuff, and for that I am grateful, because then I get to share it with you πŸ™‚

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7 Responses to Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 140

  1. Charlotte Jones says:

    My friend lives in Trowbridge!! When I visit, I keep asking if we can visit Bradford on Avon and she keeps making feeble excuses – like nowhere to park. The fact that she looks a bit like the lady in the check shirt (sorry!) could speak volumes?

  2. Jay says:

    Nah, Savage isn’t really rough, it’s just an old mill town and for the most part the people are pretty down to earth. IAlot of the folks living in Savage can trace their family roots there back quit always. Many of the families that some of the streets are named after still live around there. Plus, Savage Mill is a nice place to do some holiday shopping or to take folks to from out of town.

  3. Jay says:

    That’s “quite aways” not “quit always” as my iPad would seemingly prefer I wrote.

  4. Pat and Pam says:

    Bradford on Avon? May I ask a personal question — which was your surgery and who was your GP? My sister-in-law was head of practice there. Talk about small world and 6 degrees etc.

  5. Sue says:

    Anyone planning to visit Bradford on Avon (or even Trowbridge!) would be most welcome to contact us via Claire! Delighted to say she and Harry will be visiting very soon – can’t wait!

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