Having a water bottle is a very British thing to have according to my mother. I often am quite a British girl according to her. I also have more Eastern European genetics than I know what to do with, and am not the least bit of British descent. But my favorite city on the planet is London, I MUST HAVE hot, strong, English breakfast tea in bone china on the daily, and I use traditional English spelling on lots of words by default. I guess my brain is British, and I’m totally fine with that.
So, whether it’s British to have a water bottle or not, I have a water bottle. It warms my toes in the winter, it soothes muscle pains, and I would not do without it. It was a naked water bottle, and now it is cosy…er, cozy…damn, let’s just say it’s in a snuggly onesie.
Thanks for stopping by!