Dear Diary,

Today I went to the market to buy goods, since the other Nordics were making fun of Britain's nasty food. As I was putting my goods on the counter for the cashier to scan, guess what happened? She was trying to flirt with me! She kept on looking at me and giggling and then, she pretended to trip over something to fall on me. I really didn't care and ignored her but next time, I'd rather eat a scone then go to that place again.