ONE of the nice things about living in Pretensington is the fact that we can walk to the Victoria and Albert Museum, or the V&A to anyone who is remotely pretentious, or English, which is the same thing to us Yanks.
All that museum going will give a person a thirst, though. Luckily, we live only a 15-minute walk from the Thames river walk, where a ridiculously old pub (1722 – seriously, that’s older than my country) serves up a mean pint. Needless to say, despite the fact that it’s heaving on a sunny day, we’ve been here a few times. While we drink our pints and sit on the river wall, we watch a diligent couple working on their sailboat docked right outside the pub, sighing with a mixture of envy, nostalgia, and pure, unadulterated relief that we’re not on a fucking boat anymore.