…Though better never late, we are told.
I am British.
I am late making my first post on Letter From Britain. Not just late, but so late, I could almost be referred to as the late, late.
I apologise (a great British trait, making apologies; up there with queueing and not being late).
We Brits are renowned for our punctuality. I can only plead fourteen years as an ex-pat in South Africa as my excuse; it is not relevant, but it is an excuse. I have another: a busy summer that became an even busier September.
To make up for it, my next post will be about rain and camping.
It doesn’t get more British than that.