I'm pretty sure I could sit inside drinking tea all day and listen to British people talk amongst themselves through the window and be totally content for the rest of my days. I did this once, when I first went to Brighton to visit Danny. He would go to work and I would be sad but then I would think, I get to listen to the moms talk about how they're going to pop round to the shop this morning and I would get happy again. Everything they say just sounds better. I know you don't disagree.
Also - can we discuss how cute Brighton is? It takes me a lot longer to walk anywhere here than it does at home, simply because it's physically impossible for me to pass a storefront or house or handpainted sign without commenting or taking a photo. Even garbage cans are cuter.
We got to spend a glorious three weeks in England at the beginning of the summer, which meant lots of picnics with our sweet new little niece and lots of barbecues and lots of people with their shirts off because temps hit a cool 65 degrees. Hah. SUCH a Seattle move.