Understanding how to be British but still American through and through
Inspired by a blog post by Amanda van Mulligen, a British expat in the Netherlands, this post is about the fact that while being American through and through, I mostly (probably not completely just yet) understand and really get what it means to be British. And, shock horror! I sometimes really love it! From the British ‘paranoia’ to their love of Branston Pickle to their tendency to drink a ridiculous amount of builders’ tea – I get it.
I’ve been here since the very end of 1998. I came intending to stay for just a few years with a desire to only live in London and then move back to my home country to get serious about my life. Well, turns out I’ve never lived in London, never left England and definitely got serious about my life – British style! I have a successful career as a designer and company director, I’ve written and published two books (both about being an expat), I’ve given birth to and am raising three amazing cross-cultural children and am married to a very British husband. So here’s an insight into my life as an expat American in Britain who’s been here long enough to understand how to be British but still isn’t:
- I’m no longer offended by British humor, however I don’t necessarily understand what is happening
- I say ‘sorry’ way more than I ever used to, especially when it’s the other person’s fault
- I smile and say hi to strangers I pass on the street or in shops and I don’t care any more when they look at me like I’m weird. It’s up to them if they want to smile back – and sometimes they do 🙂
- I teach my children that American spelling, pronunciation and vocabulary is not wrong, it’s just different – it’s American English and that even though it’s considered wrong in school here and they get marked down if they use American spelling etc to just secretly know that they are right
- I love the expression ‘cream crackered’ because I am this a lot of the time and in order to understand it you first have to know what knackered means which I didn’t for most of my life
- I drive down small roads thinking they are much wider than they actually are pretending I don’t hear the sound of the wing mirror being bashed off (I’ve had to replace many wing mirrors on all the cars I’ve owned!)
- I love going to London pretending to be a savvy local when actually I squeal (inside my head) with delight when I see a guard with the big furry hat and strap way too high up their chin
- I understand it and can empathize when Americans who visit Britain for the first time tell me living here is like camping but cringe when I know how offensive that can be to a British person even though it’s not meant to be offensive at all
- My children are all very British – this makes me feel proud and sad at the same time, inexplicable and slightly irrational, but true
- British TV is way better than American TV (fewer commercial breaks, weird and wacky TV ads)
- But American crime dramas are way better than British crime dramas
- Sunday dinner tradition British style is part of our cross-cultural family life, although if we sometimes skip it I don’t mind. On the other hand, if we miss it, my husband feels scarred for life
- Getting measurements wrong is a common occurrence for me, confusing lots of people along the way
- I still sometimes go to the supermarket expecting to find exactly what I want and then when it doesn’t exist because it’s an American product I have a mini tantrum setting a bad example to my kids who are very understanding and do a great job of consoling me telling me we live in England, not in America
- The weather here is wonderful and I’ve grown to love it. No tornadoes, hurricanes or ice storms, just damp, rain and sometimes glorious sun
- Train journeys are generally comfortable, convenient and enjoyable (compared to car journeys) and I love the English countryside and lush green everywhere – a thing of real beauty

- Our cupboards are stocked with both British and American products such as HP sauce, Branston pickle, English mustard, JIF peanut butter, Aunt Jemima, Hidden Valley, Heinz baked beans and PG Tips – I know and understand that running out of tea bags can traumatize my husband so I always always make sure we are stocked up!
- I never have nor ever will say or write ‘cheers’ as a substitute for ‘thank you’ or ‘bye’ and I still do a hidden double take when people say ‘cheers’ to me to say ‘thank you’ or ‘bye’
- My son’s best friend asks me for cookies now (instead of biscuits) which I love and think is adorable


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Meghan Peterson Fenn is the author of Bringing Up Brits and co-author of Inspiring Global Entrepreneurs with Heidi Mulligan Walker. Meghan is also the Director and Chief Designer at her own design company, White Ochre Design Ltd. And, she is an award winning expat blogger.





love this Meghan!
Its amazing how two countries who speak the “same” language can be so different but how wonderfully they blend together. I feel like spending time in America, just under 3 years so nothing like you a full time brit dweller these days has made a lasting impression on me culturally. I will always say cookie much to my husbands dismay and my son is also saying it haha! I’m surprised you saying that saying hello to people on the street is a british thing as I found that to be the other way around!
British people DEFINITELY say sorry too much though haha!
Thanks for sharing this with #myexpatfamily i think you sound like you are well and truly a bit british now 🙂
Thank you Chantelle! I actually meant that I say hi to people on the street because that’s an American type of thing to do – not British – but I do it anyways most times because I’m American (most people just ignore me though, but sometimes say hi and sometimes just smile).
A neighbor printed a bumper sticker that says, “Welcome to Cornwall. Your car’s not as wide as you think it is.” And it’s true–it’s not just Americans: even Brits are panicked by our roads. And I say “our” even though I’m American. I’ve been here long enough to think my car isn’t as wide as I once thought it was.
Thanks for your comment Ellen, how long have you been here? And in Cornwall – how beautiful! I’ve only been once. Maybe I should put a bumper sticker on my car that says “I’m American, I think this road is wider than it is.” Nope. Really I shouldn’t. The time we went to Cornwall I made my husband drive I was so scared I’d crash into the stones (along the side of the tiny roads). But he refuses to drive when we go to the US because there are too many lanes and it’s all on the wrong side!
This is brilliant. I can think of a reverse of pretty much every one, perhaps I should write my own list 🙂 I love that you didn’t know what knackered meant, and that might explain a few odd looks I’ve got…! I also tell my kids that our way of spelling is different (but right!) 🙂 And your comment about Cheers made me chuckle x
Oh I love your list! It’s very funny and it even made me feel a bit homesick for good old quirky Britain… If you ever feel the need to cure the saying sorry habit, do come to Italy – you’ll learn to drive over someone’s foot and not only will you fail to say sorry, you’ll shout at them for getting in the way 😉
Great list Meg! I can relate to many of your points particularly that in my case my children are very French which also makes me feel proud and sad. I should do a list like this…
I love this post! Absolutely love it! You have brilliantly summed up all the wonderful traits that make Britishness what it is. I’ve enjoyed educating my Dutch husband about feeling creamy crackered, about the horror of running out of Branston pickle (as is currently the case – it’s tragic) and he has has the joy of touring around the Cornish lanes. In fact, his first experience brought him bumper to bumper with a HUGE logging truck which was a battle he obviously wasn’t going to win in his people carrier – reversing along those roads are hair raising!
The post is so good I’m willing to let it slide that you are attempting to corrupt the English language by dropping important vowels and making your children think it’s okay…… 🙂
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Ha ha! Thank you Amanda! I know, it’s true I am corrupting the British English language for the sake of instilling in my children American culture and style. I’m sure their teachers feel the same but are not as forgiving as you are! 🙂 Hope you’ve managed to stock up on Branston pickle 🙂
I found this via Amanda… but my hubby had half his childhood in the middle of nowhere Scotland. When his family moved from Scotland back to the US, they moved just outside the Greater Philly area. After reading your blog post this is what I have noticed for him, me, and our daughters.
-We get British humor. My oldest daughter- she doesn’t get US humor. This makes for a lot of funny nights of trying to explain things to her. She is almost 9.
-He hates the word sorry. I say it a lot, and from my friends that live in the UK… say I would fit in with that lol…
-He won’t smile or say hi to strangers on the street… that is just strange lol… my kids have picked up on this LOL…
-we just don’t bother with spelling… mommy is an artist and sucks at it… daddy is IT… and well they don’t spell anything correctly… but I do think Honor looks better as honour lol… oh this goes the same for numbers for me… I make him measure stuff lol…
-we are split on tv… we watch a lot of shows out of the UK, Canada, and here…
-we do the Sunday roast thing here a lot… or Sunday Tacos LOL…
-I drive an hour one way to get him dark chocolate digestives, HP sauce, and other things like that at a US grocery call Wegman’s LOL… oh and don’t get me on Cadbury vs Hershey here… Cadbury rocks!
Wonderful Shannon, I love it! My husband doesn’t get the big deal about Hershey either and wouldn’t be able to live without HP sauce or Cadbury. My kids prefer Cadbury as well but do like the novelty of Hershey. Thanks for sharing your observations!