You What?

I was faffing about at work waiting for the blower to ring, some bird from one of the American outlets was going to have a chinwag about Harry and Meghan and she is usually very punctual but it was Sods Law that i was on my way out for a few cheeky bevvies that evening.   
When she did call we had a natter and i said that despite all the original kerfuffle over the pair, to their credit they just cracked on with it and it all went very well.
I was gobsmacked that she didn't know the obviously British phrases i used, i would have bet a few quid that those phrases were universal as they were all bog standard really and after i assured her that i wasn't trollied or had lost the plot, I explained that at the end of the day, when i am knackered and really need some nosh, i do turn into a proper English bird, as bonkers as that may seem.
She didn't sound convinced and she probably though i was being a bit dodgy but by now i was on my tod in the office and just wanted to leg it to the pub but i felt bad mugging her off so we had a chat and i emailed her some stuff to have a gander at but by the time we finished it was too tired for drinks so drove straight to my gaff instead.
The evening may have gone pear shaped and i was gutted to miss out on the gossip, hard cheese i guess and nothing to throw a wobbly about but the dog was chuffed to bits to see me and take him for his walk earlier than expected but as i was pootling along i realised that i litter my blog posts with English-ism's and some non English may find it hard to understand, but i thought whatev and went to the Chippy because i couldn't be arsed to cook.