The Travelling Knitter: A strange and foreign place

So... In England more or less against my will... Give me back my lakes and forests in Finland any day! Is there anybody out there that can help me feel more at home here?
'Cause I have problems getting used to being called "love" when I enter a shop...

Air France recently managed to "forget" my luggage in Paris (on a direct flight... they'll never cease to amaze me!), and so I was patiently waiting at home the following morning for my luggage to be delivered. When my phone finally rang ("hurray, there comes my luggage" was my only thought), I got quite shocked to hear a male voice at the other end of the line proudly declare "Hello love, I've got your suitcase"! Never seen the guy in my life, still don't know his name... Strange customs!!!

So I now have to spend my time in this strange place... Beautiful though, when it doesn't rain! We're right on the edge of the Cotswold, where houses are build in stones that have a lovely shade of light yellow and reflect the sun really nicely.

And we have a famous place on our doorstep... A certain Shakespeare was born and lived in the area, which guarantees a steady flow of Asian and American tourists, not to mention the hordes of young French students, all eager to try their English and chase English girls rather than pay attention to Shakespeare's birthplace, his wife's cottage, his grave, the theatre bearing his name etc.