Yorkshire

On Thursday night (two days ago), my older brother opened a letter from the first presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He read the first paragraph to us. 

"Dear Elder Clifford:
You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the England Leeds Mission...
... You should report to the England Missionary Training Center on Thursday, July 17, 2014."

It was well exciting. For the next two years, my dad will, whenever possible, speak in a Yorkshire accent. Ian will, too, when he gets back. 
I'm not complaining.   

After he told us where he was going on his mission, we talked about how perfect it was for him, Wallace and Gromit, Hadrian's wall, and a little bit of Top Gear and Catherine Tate. Among other things.