I somehow ended up with an accent that even Australians sometimes thought was Australian. I have never been to Australia. It was really weird.

That is AMAZING. (But it's also giving me horrific flashbacks to all the people who insisted I was putting my accent on. I wasn't, obviously.)

They were *just* on TV performing that one song live, yesterday!

Also we're just not that into "American" teeth, though – plenty of people who can afford whatever they like here get their teeth fixed at great expense but deliberately don't get them totally straight and glowing-white. People with obviously massively straightened and whitened teeth get made fun of tons!

My American husband asks me almost daily to tell him that he's not like all the other Americans. It only started when we moved to London – I think he sees his people in another light all of a sudden. (Conversely, when I lived in Los Angeles I relatively quickly started to think English people were attractive and…

I used to live in Los Angeles, and I had many people like that. (I still have them, but now they're on the other side of the world. Boo.)

YES. I thought that about the music thing, but knew it wasn't the be-all-and-end-all. I *did* think it was an absolute requirement that I be with someone well travelled who had lots of experience living alone and was relatively self-sufficient, like me. I ended up married to someone who was still living with his…

My wedding cost my bridesmaid nothing other than some days off work, and her wedding's costing me nothing other than the forty quid for the hen night. I'm so glad I'm not in a bridesmaids-pay-for-everything culture!

Did W and K not already visit? Did I dream it? I'm picturing a lilac dress, in LA?

I once had to ask her to move so I could put my rubbish in a bin and she somehow managed to be deeply charming while just saying "Oh, I'm sorry" and stepping a foot to the right.

And they all have reeeeeally good hair and cheekbones!

My brain went straight to suspenders instead of the braces I think you meant; oh, such strange mental images…

Maybe here in London, but we're talking Los Angeles. (And my family formal, not royal family formal.)

OH MY GOD FIREFOXES!

I got to California one Thanksgiving and had only packed rubbery flipflops because I wasn't anticipating needing formal flipflops but it was really, really, really hot – but for some reason *no one was selling them* (but my journey from shop to shop did teach me that "calzado" is Spanish for "footwear"). At the fifth…

UGH UGH UGH. People who say "preggers" and "hubby" are totally the people who say "We're pregnant", too.

Also, really handy and interesting to me as a foreigner who doesn't know a great deal of US history!

TDitWC is one of the best books ever, I think.

I had Australians ask me if I was Australian when I'd lived in the US for too long! (But that was entirely not deliberate – I definitely couldn't do it if I tried.)

I totally caught a Californian accent, which sounds ridiculous on me, so it definitely exists!