The sky is blue, the sun rose in the east, and England and France still hate each other's guts. Everything's normal!

Nope, sorry, doesn't work!

... Sprint!

C'mon England, that's hitting below the belt!

"Mmm, yes, quite so! Cheers for the heads-up!"

"Right, which one is that?"

"Erm... Wight, I think? No, no, no. Maybe the Inner Hebrides."