Every morning I wake up at 7am, throw back the covers, scowl at my
still-sleeping husband, and hit the shower.  We have a radio in the shower
so I listen to BBC Radio 4 while I wash my hair and hear what our moronic
Commander-in-Thief is up to that day.

After I get dressed I go downstairs and turn on the TV to watch BBC Breakfast.
Generally when I get downstairs, it's half-past 7am and the program is showing
"local news."  Local news up here in Yorkshire is called "Look North" and consists
mostly of "hooligans tipped over a dustbin in York" or "there is a massive tailback
for the zillionth time on junction 27 of the A M1."  Very boring.  Sports and business
is on, then the major headlines at the top of the hour.  I grab my bag and coat and hit
the door to catch my bus, the #13 on the Brown Line going to Rougier Street in York.

I pay my scandalous 2.05 for a return (round-trip) fare and read whatever controversial
book about American politics is in my bag that day.  This week, it has been Greg Palast's
book, which was blasted by Jeremy Paxman as having "over 40 factual errors."
(Palast himself admitted it was true.)

About 30 minutes after leaving home I arrive at work.  The journey is only 3 miles,
by the way.  Pretty damn slow.  I hit the door of my building at 10 to 9am and ride
the elevator up.  The building, at six stories, is one of the taller buildings in York.
I settle in and log onto my toy of a computer at one of the largest companies in the UK
...that doesn't think computer professionals need anything better than Windows 98.
I sit and wait for the people in a city 200 miles away to fix my server...basically I just
try to look busy all day.  Nothing ever works because it seems that nobody here will
own a problem.  At about 4:30 pm I leave to catch my bus back home.

I get home at about 5:10pm and immediately pick up the watering can so I can water
my garden.  Sometimes I go shopping...usually I don't.  I pick up the television listing
to see if anything good is on or I surf the net.
The next morning I wake up and do it all over again.

So...you see...life in Britain is very much like life in America.