As when travelling to any place where there is a notable linguistic difference, moving to England will present some challenges.
I will indulge with biscuits, not cookies.
If I want a biscuit, I'll have to ask for a scone.
Pants are not meant to be publicly visible.
Britain has a bewildering array of crisps. I mean really, hedgehog flavoured?
They also have a large number of ways to refer to pop.
And I'm sure many more will make themselves known. Lifts, lorries, nappies.
Given my general tendency to pick up the accent of whoever is speaking, I have a feeling my trips back to Canada will be comical.
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