Differences between the English and his German wife (grammar irregularity intended)

As you know from my personality test (I love this test; and there are many truths in it!), I am unable to focus on one topic for a long time, therefore I'll relate something I have not written about here yet, because it is a difficult topic in an English-German marriage. Besides, my test says,  I am easily bored and need the excitement. Today's excitement was an argument -of the good-natured kind- about what it means to be English or German. I think we fulfilled every national cliché possible with what we observed as differences.

Apart from my maiden name, no school uniform in my school years and that you English (I am looking right at hubby writing this) drive on the left, whereas we drive on the right (!) side, there is one difference which I find still striking. I think about the various kinds of bread. Before every English man and woman starts throwing that at me, let me first assure you, I love English bread, and French baguette as well (for the record). But, everytime back home with my in-laws, I keep doing one thing: I take a single slice of bread and play with it. It's the little kitten in me. When I see a single slice of bread, I want to have it. I do that because you can bend it back and forth, squeeze it, threaten it, shoot it, and every other kind of activity ... and it will always get back into the original shape. I really love that.

My mom always said 'Don't play with your food!' and now I do it every time we are in Britain and I am known throughout the family for that. It has turned into a running gag and you can assume what it is like when my brothers in law ask me if I want some bread. That happens almost at every meal, for around the first three days and then again on the last day, before we leave. 

I hope  you are not my personality type, otherwise you are probably not even reading this anymore. :) Now, the higly explosive message that I referred to hubby is that I also believe German bread tastes better. ... If you disagree, you are in good company, feel free to comment. But hubby is on my side, because more than ten years here and he has learned to love German bread. Different colours, tastes, more variety.

And I am not saying that there is no variety concerning bread in England. But nevertheless, it is completely different. Some of what you English (looking at hubby again) call brown bread, would qualify as white bread in brown colour only, with our local baker. Maybe I should make myself clear about the taste. This is really more about variety, not so much  about good or bad taste, though there are many kinds of bread that you don't find in Britain at all, and other kinds where I prefer the taste of the continental bread.

And this is not meant as English-bashing either! If anybody, hubby is proud to be British and English. I am proud of my husband and love his ways, and there are so many good things that Britain and the English have: NHS, tolerance, high class education, a unique identity, Royals, English food (far better than its reputation), and so much more. ...   But not the good bread :))) Sorry folks, I couldn't resist.

Please, don't be seriously annoyed with me, for teasing a little. I love Britain, England, the English -one of them every night- and hope nobody takes this kind of  teasing seriously. As English and Germans, and any other nationality, we are surely somehow different, but definitely equal.