You know you've been in London eight weeks when....

• the tube map starts to make sense
• you order a pint without even thinking about how much beer it actually is
• you get interested in soccer (??)
• you've discovered the heavenly McVitties chocolate flapjacks, and Ben and Jerry ice-cream
• you compulsively stand to the right, at all times, for fear of getting trampled
• you start calling the bus tour-guide groups ‘tourists’ in a smugly superior tone
• you get your first English paycheck and stop compulsively converting when you buy lunch
• you've accepted the English media is trash and yes, there is and will always be, a major national newspaper featuring a semi-naked ‘page three girl’
• you start enjoying 'Wife Swap'
• you look outside and see a miniscule ray of sunshine and think 'what a lovely day!'

Here's to my eight week anniversary!!!!!