Its better than 'bog off' Sainty

The very thought Mr Moons

Currently never being more than six feet away from someone saying the nights are drawing in

Or, as the older generation tend to do, saying 'winter draws on'

Never heard that before Squiggle sounds quite poetic!

cup of tea and a scone.. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

We have some wonderful phrases - i believe them to be distinctly British

I once said,

"He knows his onions" to a Turkish friend.

My friend said,

"Why would he know about onions?"

  Yes! The way we go delirious over tea and a scone

It's a play on words and meant to be slightly saucy as in you need to put your winter drawers on

Oh of course  Thanks Squiggle. I love Carry On style sauciness so should have got that

Saucy Seaside postcards

Terribly British

Definitely!  

Being British (and proud) we don't want, or try, to be anyone else.

Unlike our Yankie friends who are always trying to tell us they are Irish or Scottish.

Viva Britania . . . except the weather - oops !! 

Thank God for the NHS - a nation's pride

I said to my American friends that my sons bedroom "was a tip" when telling them how messy his room was ( i was making him tidy it ) and they were all as a tip to them is something you give a waitress

The unwritten law that requires a jaunty 'hello' or 'morning' as a passing greeting to a stranger.

Yet the acceptance that meeting the same strangers whilst walking a dog requires a full blown conversation including divulging personal details

The word 'loo'

So very British

Beans on toast.

Toad in the hole

 ...imagine explaining it to a foreigner!

Eccles cakes

Sausage rolls and cornish pasties  mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Cheese Rolling at Cooper's Hill, Gloucestershire.

God love the crazy, wonderful Birts

Good one Saint *salutes The Great British Eccentric*

Strictly not drinking in January.

Except for beer and wine,

 . . . and gin as a treat.

https://twitter.com/SoVeryBritish

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Colmans Mustard.

Or more importantly . . .

Saying how much you love this British staple whilst realising you've used far too much in an effort to prove your liking - and quaking silently as the power burns through your inner soul.

Sitting down to watch a nature documentary - and recoiling in horror when it doesn't feature David Attenborough

Aye. That a naw.

Or realising it's all an accident of birth.

Queuing.

Our hatred of winners makes us British.

And feeling the need to correct spelling mistakes - despite it being totally unecessary.

Its QUEUEING by-the-way

It's gotta be done!

Q'ing