England. There’s something unique about this word, about this country. It sounds perfect, kingdom-ish… in fact; it sounds very English. When I say England, it comes with that cute and polite accent. (Okay, perhaps, this accent isn’t really mine, but it sounds pretty good… when it resonates in my head.) In French, we would say Angleterre which refers to “la Terre des Anglais”, “La Terre Anglaise”… And if you don’t speak French; the English Land… See the link here. I should have been a history teacher. Ahem. Anyway. I recently moved to England. If England rhymes with thousands of cups of tea, a red phone box and the Queen, I’m certainly not the right person to speak out loud about it. The truth is; firstly, I drink black tea. Isn’t it easier that way? I hate the idea of having milk or sugar in my tea. Secondly, I currently live in the countryside, but I’m really excited about those red phone boxes. I didn’t manage to get any pictures of them yet. Why no...