I'm such a stereotype

Today was a day off from the Austenland film set. My long-time teenage sitter Kayla needed a much deserved break. (Kayla came to England with me to watch my babies with just a few days notice after my mom, who was supposed to come, had to cancel last minute due to a health situation. I'm so sorry, Mummy! Dinah and Wren miss you!) Wren and Dinah and I played, danced, ate, and generally made each other laugh. They really are good company.

We went to pick up Kayla from her outing and on the way home saw a McDonald's. Okay, I know, I'm with you on this, I swear. I don't think I've eaten in a McDonald's since watching Supersize Me. Maybe there's something about being in a foreign country that makes the familiar (even the somewhat gross familiar) so appealing. We stopped and ate, and I loved it. I still don't regreat it. Honestly the food here has been quite good, I thought (besides an unfortate fish and chips experience). So there's no real excuse for stooping to McDonald's. Judge me if you will. I had the Big Mac combo. I ate every fry. (I did not, however, supersize.)

Yesterday we were on a walk and along the side of the sidewalk, thick blackberry brambles tangled into the trees and shrubs. They were full of early ripe berries. We filled up the stroller cup with them. It was slighly magical. And I guess a day full of slightly magical things adds up to something pretty profound.