You find yourself looking at buying tea cosies entirely unironically. (Take that, London hipsters!)
Your body is now at least 30% tea. You know how to make it, and take it, properly. (And you probably just had a chuckle at that double entendre.)
You have an opinion on the whole 'milk-first-or-after' business.
You find you are now fluent in self-deprecatory humour.
Ancient and/or architecturally magnificent churches seem only natural to have in any town or village.
You realize how integral walks, gardens, and green space are to existence. Rain optional.
Your rage at people who cut queues is matched only by the repression of any outward sign of it.
Your new dream is to live in a converted village building (bonus points if it's a vicarage), and have a garden, chickens, dogs, fresh eggs every morning, homemade bread, jam and marmalade, and a backyard BBQ.
This list - especially the last item - crystallized after I visited a friend in the Gloucestershire countryside a few weekends ago. Not only was it a lovely trip, but local culture (and individual conversion) become much more apparent outside of the mishmash of London. As I savor my remaining time in England, I'm glad for opportunities to understand the regional cultures and contrasts a bit better. Then again, I'm posting this from an island in Croatia right now...who says I can't enjoy the proximity of Europe and the shires of the UK?