Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Oh, what a sap I am!

I decided that if I want Annual Leave time this year at Christmas (having worked the last two) I'd better be super keen and get my request in now...

So, booking early for the couple weeks before Christmas was only £441. I haven't booked it yet (better make sure mom and dad want me) but I got "I'll be home for Christmas" going through the brain and I got all teary - oh I can feel it happening again! I'm going to see snow (I hope) and experience proper cold weather (I'm becoming soft over here) and eat mommy's Grandma S's stew recipe...and decorate german biscuits and see the Christmas Tree decorations we all made when we were little and hear mom singing "here comes Santa Clause" and have a Christmas beer with dad and have Sarah and Matt arrive home on perfectly coordinated time schedules into Belleville and go pick them up at some insanely early hour from the train and have Sarah make wondeful Turkey Soup with the leftovers and have Matt bring his Cheapass Board games home and then go up to camp for New Years (well, perhaps...don't mean to invite myself, Zoic) and it will be sooooo nice! I was excited to the point of just having sent an email to my parents, I then sent one to my manager and signed it "Love, J"

But it's only April.

In other news, Easter this past weekend was amazing! My dear friend Patrik came to visit from Sweden. It was grand to see him again! We chatted and wandered and sang (My favourite is when he sings me "Give me Hope Johanna"...never mind that it's actually an anti-apartheid song!) and I was introduced to the world of Quorn, and he was introduced to the world of Borough Market (and even the "feathers and fur" section, bless him). Ashley and Anna came around for Easter Lunch (and Patrik and I turned about 20 minutes of conversation into a musical and I think poor Ashley was about to kill us...but we all know how I wish life could be a musical...we made it rhyme and everything!), I added more Swedish to my vocabulary: "here", "there", "What?" "Is my Swedish really that bad" and "Six salmon in a salmon box" and we sang Beatles songs (with a brief tribute to Simon and Garfunkle) all the way to the airport on Monday. I wish I could post videos (I must figure that out) so that you all could witness a performance of Give me Hope... but these photos below will have to do for now... (and Ashley, I'm sorry I don't have a picture of you to post here, but you featured in the videos instead!)



Lunch at the National Gallery


A night out with the Flatmate and Sigrid



A Whiz with the guitar...


Tuesday, April 11, 2006

How does one recover?

I've just heard the unimaginable...

I was plugging away at my end of year report listening to CBC2 (which is the same type of station as BBC3, to put it into context for some of you) and somehow, Andrea Ritouski (the announcer) got her words all mixed up and out popped the bad word to end all bad words...the one you'd never hear on CBC, or BBC...or anywhere else really. I was shocked and wondering how she'd recover, but in calm CBC style she said "I'm sorry - I meant 'The final cut of the ninth'"

There's CBC elegance for you.

Monday, April 10, 2006

The Big Update

Sorry to all of you who have been emailing me asking where my updates are. They're all in my brain, I'm afraid. Had I internet access they'd be here, but as per Feb 14th's post, the internet is something I have to wait patiently for.

The past few weeks have been busy. In life, at work, etc, etc, etc. As the writers among you will know, business and (dare I say, for fear that the Parental Unit will worry) stress leads to non-updates. No worries though - the stress will subside once we are back to being full staffed at work, and my reports are in and funding is applied for (and even better still, obtained!) Hey, I'd still think I'd prefer this to trading fruit and vegetables!

The NLC concert on Saturday was great (according to my little group of loyal fans who came - bless them!) and next week we're full-on into Mozart's Requiem - I'm really excited by this one! My dear little Swedish Brother is coming down for Easter Weekend (note Patrik: with Bilar, if you please!) and I'm really looking forward to the weekend with him. My Swedish is rusty though, so I'd better practice up a bit! Danni and I are (hopefully) off to France for a day so that I can try out my Residents Permit in my passport and that's about it really...

What else can I say? I had a profound thought about one of the tracks on a Massive Attack Album, but I've since forgot what it was, and I'm saving up for my splurge of the month - the new Zutons is coming out soon. Hooray!

So, that's it. I promise to write all witty thoughts etc in my Moleskine for ease of transfer in the future....

How anticlimactic was this one, eh chaps?

Until later...

Joanna

PS I know someone who has a Moleskine but doesn't use it because he can't find anything important enough to put into it. I thought that was tragic...

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Rite of Spring

No, I won't sing Stravinsky at you all!

I needed a bit of a pick-up over the weekend, so I went out and took pictures of spring. Here are a few (I'll add more when I have the time and/or inclination)












Spring is so wonderful in this country!

Almost Famous!

Tomorrow photographers from the Guardian are coming to take pictures of our Centre and our carers for a feature they're doing in a couple months. Guess who has the day off though.

AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!! I can't believe I'll miss it!

Oh well, a lie-in and nice breakfast are more valuable to me at this time than my face splashed all over the National Press - hee hee!

And I Will Remain!!!!

The Flatmate isn't in at work today, but I needed to phone to ask her a couple of things. While we were on the phone the doorbell rang and it was the postman with a recorded delivery package for me...from the Home Office...with my passport inside and a lovely letter that says that my application for Limited Leave to Remain has been approved.

She said my passport looks very impressive - there's a new page with my glossy picture and a hologram thingie overtop of it with an embossed stamp of the Home Office and that the page says (something to the effect of) "Residence Permit - Limited Leave to Remain - No Recourse to Public Funds - Can seek employment as permitted by Home Secretary" (or something). How exciting!

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Saturday Morning Concert Series

I keep meaning to invite you all to the Saturday Morning Concert Series:

Artist: Janis of Finchley. (Janis is known flat-upstairs wide for her Soulful Renditions of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", "Leaving on a Jetplane", "Dream, Dream, Dream" and my personal favourite "Bridge Over Troubled Water")

Venue: The Parish Lockup

Price: Free (please note, the view is restricted by a floor that may obstruct the view of her living room)

Time: Sometime between 9:00 and 10:00 a.m. She commences sort of as the spirit leads her...we suppose...

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

My first solo half-pint experience

Today was one of those days whereby I had to get out of the office for lunch or I'd scream, but due to a bit of a staff shortage, I only had half an hour. Coffee Republic was too far and I had a couple of cards I wanted to write, so I decided to pop to the pub next door for a quick half. It was lovely! They had lovely mellow music playing and I sat at a table by the window in the sunshine and had a lovely half pint and got my cards written. I think I might do that more often. I'd never done the solo-beer thing before...22 months on and I'm still having British firsts!

Danni's School of Speech Therapy

Scene: Monday night, watching Top of the Pops at Danni's

Danni: I think that announcer has a speech impediment

Me: I think that's an American accent actually

Danni: Oh yeah, you're right.

Friday, March 10, 2006

An ecologically sound way to ruin the environment

Today I was walking up the street and witnessed some neighbours struggling to back their oversized SUV out of their driveway onto the tiny car-lined street on which we live. As I was grumbling my usual anti-SUV thoughts to myself I noticed their eco-friendly hybrid car was charging in their driveway.

I've noticed the monster and the hybrid sitting, like two strips of parallel bacon, side by each in the driveway before and it makes me wonder each time.

Well, I suppose they're trying to do their bit.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Happy Friendaversary!!!!

Yesterday I was looking though some files at work and realised that my friend Drew and I had met each other one whole year ago in the oddest of places.

Never, as I walked into a session on Advocacy Training at Carers UK feeling tired and suffering with flu-remains, did I imagine I'd meet someone who worked for a different branch of the same little-known charity and who would go on to become one of the topsest friends one could ask for!

Three cheers for Drew!




Drew, the King of Camberwell!

More Roma

And they continue...

We were delighted to find these toilets on the roof of the Basillica. We felt even more delighful singing "The Throne in Rome stays mainly on the Dome" in the cold, pouring rain!






Despite the blatant act of vandalism, we thought the "Carla ti amor" on the green bridge (not as noticeable in the picture here) was very romantic. I wonder how Carla felt when she saw it from the top of the Dome of St Peter's! (Note to annomymous web admirer- and I know there must be one somewhere - I am not impressed by vandalism!)




That beautiful famous bridge in Florence. I had always imagined it would have lots of stores that sold chocoate and wooden things, but sadly it was all jewellry. Oh well...next time perhaps!











The beautiful hills of the Chianti region (beautiful weather too, eh?) and St Peter's in the distance at night. I lost patience with trying to make this page work properly!!!





I think I'll leave the commentary and picture posting there for now, as blogger's doing my head in!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Roma Remembered

As promised...the pictures...with commentary... ah, there had to be a catch!


My dad as Julius Ceasar (playing dead at the location in Ceasar's forum where he was killed) You see...it runs in the family (acting...not dying...)


A small part of Ceasar's Forum


Dad and Anna patiently queuing at The Vatican (I think we were the most annoyingly happy queuers ever!)



Dad and I refreshing ourselves at one of Rome's many wonderful springwater fountains at the bottom of the steps to our hotel




St Peter's Basillica



A self-portrait of three happy tourists after a day of roaming in Rome!

St Peter's Square from the top of St Peter's Dome...

Blogger is being disagreeable today, so I'll have to put the rest of them in another post I think (might help...who knows!)

Friday, March 03, 2006

Unfortunately, some roads lead out again...

On our last night in Rome I discovered why it is that I've heeded my father's (yes, and mother's) warning and have been faithfully keeping my valuables in my money belt this whole trip. Just as I was thinking to myself about how Lauren and I hadn't witnessed any pickpocketers this trip (despite several warnings) and had been quite lucky, some Italian lady on the sidewalk behind us hollered and we turned around to witness her slapping some kid and shouting at him, only to discover she had foiled some kid's attempt at pickpocketing Lauren. Stupid kid. Anyways, Lauren didn't have any valuables in that bit of her purse and she had actually felt something and was about to look, but we were both surprised at how quickly these things can happen and how young the kids start their chosen career. So, as silly as it may seem sometime, it really doesn't hurt to sport the trendy 2006 model of the belt! The kid would have gotten away with zippo (save maybe a bit of used kleenex) if he had dipped his grimey fingers into my bag!

We had a lovely trip back from Florence. We didn't make any friends on the way home, but I cried over a Dickens novel for much of the trip (who knew it would be so sad!) We've explored the Trastavere area this evening and had dinner at a lovely place at Piazza Novena (or whatever it's called...tourist fatique is beginning to set in!)

Actually, I felt very proud of myself this evening when I realized that I had a bit of a conversation with a man in Italian without even thinking about it. It was very small, but at least my intial reaction wasn't English!

We're attempting a hostel again for our last night, although we both wonder if we're getting too old for them. Despite having to wait for 40 mins for our room to be ready (at 3:00 pm) today it seems OK. And we're on the 4th floor, so hopefully the loud obnoxious music coming from the bar on the ground floor won't keep us up too late. Gosh, we really are old. Or maybe just really tired. Or maybe both.

At any rate, just as all roads lead to Rome, sadly, there are a few that lead out of it too, and I'm afraid I'll be on one of them. It's been great though! Pictures will be up when I've returned and have my ducks in a row enough to get them on!

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Winding Alleys and Cobblestone Roundabouts

So, having left Roma, the land of ruins on every corner and blue-lit public loos, we embarked on our journey to Firenzi (Florence). On the train we met a lovely group of Italians. I was sitting next to the PhD student of a group of students (and another teacher) from Sardinia who were on their way to Florence for a science trip (we were invited to join them in going to the mathematics museum, but our decision of whether or not to join them was made easy by the fact that we couldn't find it!). In an effort toward making polite conversation with a bunch of Italian scientists, I told them I was the great, great, great etc relation by marriage of Lord Kelvin. Once this information was disseminated to the group, the professor got very excited and then pulled out the digital camera and took a picture of me and said PhD student to show the rest of the people when they got back (we couldn't figure out if they were from a university or high school, and for some reason didn't ask...) It was interesting meeting them, and upon their inspection of my phrase book, learned that what the book said was the translation for "Does this car come with comprehensive insurance" was actually "Does this car come with a helmet?" Goodness knows what I've been saying to people here! He also looked through the Mystery Moleskine with me. As it turns out, our mystery friend is actually an actor (or director,or something involving the stage), and it appears as though they've been holding auditions for actresses (hence all of the one-offs with women, I suppose). It seems as though they might be good because a lot of the stages he had listed in his book are quite prominent ones. He agrees though, that our mystery friend was a bit disorganized. Also in the book was a list of to-dos, one of which was "tidy the house". How odd!

I've also discovered that witty-humour (bordering on sarcasm) does not seem to be part of Italian culture. Upon explaining to the afore mentioned PhD student (I've since named him Raffealle since we didn't learn his name) that my great, great etc relative was Kelvin, I also made sure to tell them that most of the brains in that family must have fallen out in the ocean since I have no mathematical capabilities. He proceeded to be very confused and ask how the brains could have fallen into the ocean and by the time he figured out I didn't really mean it, it was so not amusing anymore it was embarrassing. Similarly, with our hotel guy here (who we've named Leonardo) on our first night we went out to an organ concert and wanted to make sure the area (which turned out to be 5 mins from the guest house) was safe, and were assured it was. When we came back he asked if we had any problems, to which we replied that we had to beat off a large band of thugs armed with machettes and guns, but fortunately our growls and threats of hockey-style hip checks were enough to scare them off. He appeared to be very concerned (and slightly confused) and said "really? In Florence? That has never happened before". We then realized our mistake and assured him that it was all fine, and apart from being confused and probably thinking we're slightly mad, seemed relieved to know Firenzi is as safe as ever. He told us he was about to leave last night (he arrives around 7 and doesn't seem to leave until around midnight) and when I said "Oh, you don't sleep here?" he again seemed very confused and said "No, I have my own house". I have learned my lesson. Although it probably means that the Italians just say what's on their minds, and have no need for underhanded passive agressive and otherwise approaches to communication, which really is probably a good thing!

Another lesson I've learned is that unlike in Canada (and much of the UK too) cobblestones is not synomomous with "pedestrianised area" I discovered that from the middle of a roundabout by the station yesterday as cars and mopeds whizzed past us. We were happily chatting away and followed some guy into it. I don't know what his excuse was!

Let's see, we met (what we thought was probably) a future USA Senator Candidate (why else would he, after having just finished dinner with his perfect looking family would he get up and say to us in the most middle-American accent ever "Ya'll having lots of fun with this, or what?"and his perfect wife then proceeded to ask if we were there on school break (sha!) while their spoiled children whined about having to walk back to the hotel and wanted to take a taxi. We had a pleasant little chat with them, and off he went, happy to have practiced his "random chat with the constituents" skills. We also met a guy who works on news for the CBC. I saw the CBC symbol on his coat and pretty much hollered "CBC!!!!!" at him just outside the Uffizi Gallery this morning. He had been in Torino working on the games, and he gave us his last two CBC Torino pins. We were very impressed!

I have also been impressed with myself for bargaining with a street accoster (vendor who jumps out at you at every street corner) in negotiating a 5 Euro umbrella down to 3 Euros) and for small talking with lots of strangers. It's a skill I want to develop, and what better time to practice?

Yesterday we went on a tour of a winery in the hills of Tuscany. It was awesome...I learned a lot about the production of olive oil too (they make olive oil as well). It's a long story, but let me tell you: never buy anything but extra virgin olive oil (I know I won't!) I've brought back three bottles of Chiati (made with 100% San Gervese grapes) and I'm keen to tour other wine regions now too!

Today was Gallery day (the Uffizi and Academia - hence the long update to rest tired feet!). Seeing the David was truly remarkable. I had completely underestimated it, but it really does take your breath away in real life!

Florence is a lovely city, but the most unnavigatable in the world. It's made up of only winding streets and alleys and we seem to take a new route home each time. It's lovely though (even if people here drive like maniacs!) Some random facts: Florence has 400 000 people, and 300 000 scooters (mopeds), and they jet around like you wouldn't believe!

I think that's it for now. It's back to Roma tomorrow...

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

The Mystery Moleskine

Yesterday Lauren and I were crossing the road infront of Stazione Termini in Rome, when on the ground in the pouring rain I spotted a moleskine notebook (well, diary in this case). Being the moleskine collector I am, I knew that it had a space for the person's name and address etc, to return it. Except this person didn't put his details in, so we (and the Aussie in my hostel room) developed some theories:

1. He's been on an internet dating site (judging by the many names of women through it)
2. He sees a psychiatrist named Claudia the last Monday of each month (based on the fact that 18:00 Claudia has been on the last MOnday of Jan and Feb
3. He travels a lot for work (Venice, Paris and a few other places)
4. He drives a moped (taking his Viper to the mechanic was on his to-do list)
5. He was seeing a girl named Andrea and it didn't work out (she had three entries in two weeks, and then they stopped)
6. He's disorganized (he doesn't have any entries at all beyond March 8th and he didn't put his details in the front)

They went on, but I don't remember what else we came up with.

We had some light shed on this guy by some Italians we met on the train today, but that will have to wait. It's time to go eat some Florentine pasta and drink some authentic Chianti...

Ciao!

The Politics of Snoring

Last night I reentered the world of mixed-sex hostel room sharing. I'm not entirely sure I knew I was going to enter it when I registered, but there I was, so I thought it best to make the most of the experience. I shared the room with a lovely Aussie (who might meet up with us for a bit in Florence), a dutch guy and a highly illegal couple (everybody knows that 5 people in a 4 person room is soo not cool!) So, getting over having them both strip to their underwear and hop into bed, we had to deal with the guy's outrageous snoring all night. It was unbelievable. I honestly don't think I've heard anything like it in my life! The Dutch guy and Aussie girl were outraged all night (I slept through most of it), until 6:00 am when I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. The Aussie who's staying another couple of nights said that she wouldn't have minded so much...if he didn't snore. So she reported them, and they got booted out (or so it seems since when I returned from breakfast they were gone). So, if you ever decide to smuggle another person into your bed in a hostel, make sure neither of you snores!

Monday, February 27, 2006

Italia!

For some reason blogger.com is Italian in Italy, but hey, ho, it makes it an adventure!

I'm just having a bit of a "down" afternoon to recharge my batteries. My dad left this morning (boo hoo) and I'm meeting up with Lauren this evening. I thought it would be a good time to do a few postcards (my favourite is the one of Pope Jean Paul II arising Spirit-like above the Vatican. It reminded me of the part in Ghostbusters when you first see the Staypuff Marshmellow Man descending upon New York City. I'm currently in the internet room at the hostel. It's a sure step back to Steerage Class from where I have been staying. All things considered though, this is still a pretty good place.

My first few days in Italy have been fantastic. I have decided that Rome probably has the most relaxed security ever. I was waved through customs...literally...I didn't even stop walking as I waved my passport in the general direction of the man sitting behind the desk (I fart in your general direction - ha ha!) and it was so un-customs like that I didn't even realize it was customs until I was out at the luggage area. Who knew?! Annoyingly, I didn't even get a stamp. Don't the Roman authorities know that half the purpose of travelling is to get a stamp? I'll have to make my own! BYOPS Bring your own passport stamp!

My time with dad was absolutely wonderful. We roamed the streets of Rome, ate Gelato, and poor dad was "Mamma Mia!!!!"ed at by a lady in her restaurant after he failed to shut a door properly. I didn't know Italians actually said that! We wandered through the forum where dad very obligingly pretended to be dead at the place where Julius Ceasre was killed, and we wandered up and down several little streets and alleys in Centico Storico.

Gosh, I don't want this to become long and drawn out, so I'll just finish by saying that today Anna and I climbed the stairs (well, we had to take the lift part way because of my bad knee) to the dome of St Peter's and on our way out there was a loo on the roof (a true God send) and we're very excited to be able to tell our friends that we've used the loo on the roof of the biggest church in the world. And for all of you "My Fair Lady" fans, we realized that "The throne in Rome stays mainly on the dome".

More when I have pictures to go along with the commentary! Oh yes, you're excited. I can tell already!

Friday, February 24, 2006

Aeroporta!

On my way to Italy... killing five mins at Stansted and have always thought this seems a very fun thing to do...

Really expensive though...good thing I type fast!

Next report...from Roma!

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

The Closeness of British Ice Hockey

I realized that I haven't put up more shots from the hockey game last week, and since our workplace is doing a massive computer cleanup, I thought I should do that today, before I have to delete them. So, without further ado...

For those of you who are accustomed to going to hockey games and sitting a full kilometre from the ice, you will note with envy just how close to the players and ice we are in such games. It's all very exciting, and I've converted my friends who went with me to the sport!



The players...



The Converts: Drew, David (the Londoners), Sandy (the Aussie) and Ashley (Ashley's Canadian, so was already a believer!)

Some Hopeful News?

This was on cbc.ca this morning about the hostages in Iraq...

http://www.cbc.ca/story/canada/national/2006/02/20/hostages060220.html

Please continue to hope and pray for Jim and company's safe return and for his (their) family and friends in Canada (and worldwide) who are always awaiting more news.

Career Change

I was having lunch with another Canadian-raised person on Sunday, and we were examining a bit of packaging with that mysterious "by appointment of her Majesty the Queen" symbols on it, and were wondering just how that comes about, and how the products to put that stamp on are approved. I reached the conclusion that surely the Queen can't test all of these products herself (otherwise she would become very tubby, and besides, how then would she find the time to do important Queeny things like cut ribbons at ceremonies and the like?) so she must have a panel of people who do these things for her, and if so, I would like to be on that panel!

I've decided that it's not good enough to sit and speculate, so I did a quick google search and this is what I've found. It's called a Royal Warrant. It looks like I'll have to cozy up to Lord Chamberlain if I want to award these things, and that it will be a short-lived career as I can only appoint one. Well, it was a nice thought, anyways.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Want to poo? You'll need a 12 month contract

So, The Flatmate brought her computer back from Germany and now we want to get Broadband. We called a couple providers and we, being honest people, told them we're only going to be there until August, and were told that a 12 month contract is required. How annoying. England is such an anal country. I'm surprised that they don't make people sign 12 month contracts to poo.

Perhaps getting a laptop that can do wireless and stealing our neighbours signal (as we discovered is possible when Natalie was visiting) is the best route to go. *argh*

(Please note, I don't think we'd actually do that...)

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Mystery Workaholic Man

When I first moved here, my cousin Trevor gave me a very valuable solution for when I felt slightly lonely/homesick**; and that was to do something productive (at least I think he told me that....or did I figure it out myself?) at any rate, having missed my brother's phone call this morning and it being a rainy day today, I spent a lot of time cleaning up my files and (as Katrin once put it) "moving bits of paper around". I also wanted to take a picture of the view out of the window at my desk (especially as the tube goes by, because that's my favourite bit about it) and after trying various settings on my camera, decided that a night view of the tube out my window wouldn't work (short of hanging myself out of it...the window I mean...not the tube...) After several attempts though, I realised that the Mysterious Workaholic Man who sits at his desk in the window directly across from mine was watching. I suppose the many flashes caught his attention. I wonder if he now thinks I'm a stalker! This man, with the flat-screen monitor, has long intrigued us. We used to think he was an author, but one day as I was passing by I noticed his screen didn't seem to be filled with words (perhaps he's a bad author). We started wondering if he's one of those guys who makes a living selling things on ebay. Or maybe the girl thinks he's at work all day each day when he's really gambling online. He lives there with a girl, and possibly a lodger (not entirely sure though). What we do know is that he's about 30-35 and spends about 15 hours/day at his computer, it seems. He and the girl had a significant day a few weeks ago, because we noticed he had got a haircut, and that evening they were eating their dinner by candlelight (their kitchen is three windows left of the hallway where he has his computer, and one to the left of where the bedroom is. We're stumped on where the bathroom is. It must be facing the other side of the flat).

I wonder what he thinks of us. I wonder if he's made up stories about the two girls who don't always close all three of their front blinds at night (which we would, if it weren't for the lovely view of the Tube going past). I wonder if he thinks we're writers too, and wishes we could help him with his writer's block (The Flatmate and I once discussed putting a note through their mailslot inviting them for tea so we could find out what he actually does). It amazes me that we live 40 feet from each other, but apart from a common recycling and rubbish collection day, we might as well live in parallel universes. If I opened my window,I could probably yell "Oi! Mystery Workaholic Man!" and he would hear me (I wonder if he would open his window and yell back. I don't think so, somehow. He looks too distinguised for that!) Maybe he has never noticed us at all! At any rate, I doubt he'd ever suspect I've just spent the past 20 minutes writing about him...all because I feel slightly lonely and wanted to do something productive tonight. I wonder if he had known that, if he would have popped around for a drink (hopefully with the girl, as I don't want to be accused of doing anything untoward!) and what we would chat about.

Well, he has left, and I think I'll get back to my sorting. I'll be very glad to have it done.

And I don't feel lonely anymore. Thanks Trevor, for that little bit of advice that's helped me through many evenings of being three feet from a rat.

**Don't worry, Parental Unit. I don't feel lonely often, and when I do, it's just in passing. Nothing to worry about! But you can always put an apple fritter in the post if you think it will help. I'll heat it up so that it doesn't taste too stale!

Quotes from "Puck-Mouth", the aggressive Hockey Granny

I made hockey fans out of Drew and David (and Sandra and Mich, for that matter) on Saturday night. By far though, the most amusing part of the game was watching the lady sitting infront of Drew, who, by the end we had named "Puck-mouth, the Aggressive Hockey Granny" This was an elderly lady who, in addition to pounding her stressball and fists on the plexi-glass infront of her had quite the vocal additions to the proceedings of the Basingstoke Bisons game (which they lost) as well. By the end we started a list of our favourites:

"Why can't you play the bl**dy game?"
"All you have to do is nick it in - useless...."
"Pass the puck, you tart!"
"Boot it in the bl**dy middle!"
"Get it in then! Get it in then! Awww...F**ck!"
"Come on! Just get on wi' it then! Bl**dy idiots!"
"F**ck, F**ck, F**ck!"
(one that I won't type here because I really don't approve of the use of the word used in this context)
"Oh! You rotten sods!"
"Idiots!"
"You're total rubbish!"

And then, after Basingstoke lost the game and the crowd was leaving "Well, it's been a bit of a s**t week, hasnt it?"

And this was all in addition to a lady behind us we named "Anger Management Lady" who could yell above the crowd of hundreds watching the game. We think that people who are so passionate about the game should play...or at least be the team's Enforcers. I have no doubt these two could have taken on the entire Nottingham lineup!



The lady herself (I scribbled out the neighbour's face as best I could to try to be as ethical as possible about this...)

Friday, February 10, 2006

On Being Friends with A Fundraiser and An Accountant

Lisa and Alan, apart from being wonderful singers and terrific friends, are also very good at their
chosen professions (being a fundraiser and accountant, respectively). Upon lamenting about how it costs £335.00 to stay in this country, Lisa's response was that I should set up an account on Justgiving to help raise the funds, while my conversation with Alan (the accountant) went something like this:

Joanna (that's me): I can't believe it costs £335.oo to stay in this country!
Alan (my accountant friend): Yes, but that's the same as a TV license for three years would cost
Joanna: Yes, but I'd get hours more enjoyment out of watching a TV than staring at a Indefinite Leave to Remain Document
Alan: Yes, but we'd get hours more fun out of you.
Joanna: Hengh.
Alan: Besides, £335.00 for 5 years is £67.00 per year, which is £5 per month, which is only about £1 per week. So, if you just give up one pint a month, you'll have it paid for.

I feel a bit like a politician in that I've learned that one doesn't have to necessarily be bright, as long as one surrounds oneself with smart people.


Left to right: Lisa and Alan who take good care of me

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Reader Poll: Sophisticated or Cop?

Yesterday, I was walking from Ladbroke Grove to South Kensington, and within 2 minutes of turning onto High Street Kensington, two people stopped me to ask directions (within about 30 seconds of each other) One to Laura Ashley, and the other to...I don't remember the store, actually.

I couldn't figure out if I looked incredibly sophisticated (in my winter coat and jeans) such that people thought I belonged there, or if I looked like a cop. High Street Diva or cop?


Hmmm...you decide!

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Arise My Love

I've just come back from a wonderful weekend away of singing with my choir, The North London Chorus ("our next concert is April 8th", she added subtly). We have an amazing programme lined up for our next concert. But the bit I am really excited about is the piece we have commissioned for our June concert. I finally get to sing one of my favourite bits of texts:

My lover spoke and said to me,
"Arise, my darling,
My beautiful one, and come with me.
See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come.
The cooing of doves
is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me."

I'd previously been in love with Healey Willan's arrangement of it, but I daresay I love this one even more, because it's an incredible arrangement (it's the fifth movement of a larger piece) and because it will be ours!

Friday, February 03, 2006

The Keep Joanna British Campaign

Having just sent off my Work Permit application, I decided to start reading the Limited Leave to Remain form, and have discovered that the (choke) privilege of staying in this country will cost me £335.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is it worth it? I suddenly really hate the UK!

Donations to the Keep Joanna British Campaign can be sent to...

Sent with Love

I sent off my Work Permit Application today. I have such butterflies!

I will await (for 5-10 days) and see.

There's nothing I can do now but sit, wait and pray. And start making backup plans just in case.

The time limit on these work permits is 5 years, and typing in 2011 as the length of time I'm needed seemed veeery long. I might as well stay one more year and go to the Olympics!

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Something to look forward to

I forgot to mention; yesterday I was walking down the street with Katrin and as we passed a hair salon, I mentioned to Katrin that I need a haircut. She told me that she had had her hair cut at the salon we were indeed passing, and it had been the best one of her life. So, I dashed in and I've made an appointment to see the flamboyant, rather dreamy and wonderfully accented (as in he has a great Northern accent) Steven to get my hair cut tomorrow. I've never been so excited for a hair cut in my life (although I'll probably come out looking just the same!)

Yes Rich, this is where you put it into your mobile reminders, so that the next time you see me a little alarm will beep, and you can say "Hey, nice hair" Men. Honestly!

Happy Groundhog Day!

Today is Groundhog day! For those of you who are unfamiliar with this grand custom, the origins of Groundhog Day come from the pagan tradition of watching the weather on the day half-way between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. Later, in Europe, people watched the hedgehog as a predictor of the weather for the rest of the winter. For American settlers, there were no hedgehogs, so the groundhog was named the new weather forecaster. **

In only a few short hours, Wiarton Willy will be telling Canada how many more weeks of winter we'll be having.

In other news, The Flatmate (who is also a colleague) was on the phone with somebody who finished their conversation by saying (in a lovely Irish accent) "You sound like a real professional lady" which, in Germany where she comes from, means a prostitute.

Monday, January 30, 2006

Lining up my ducks (part deux)

This is an excerpt from an email that I sent to Danni, who had kindly inquired as to where I was at with a situation I wanted to sort out (I was unable, for reasons beyond my control, to resolve it at this particular moment). Just to let you know where I'm at with my New Year's life-tackle/sort out.

"I ordered a book called How to Be a Financial Goddess online today, because I’m tired of feeling completely foreign to the world of my finances. I’m going to spend a bit of time formulating my life plan, etc and I’m determined to get my ducks in a row (starting with a trip to IKEA tonight to get the necessary screws to fix my futon, some tea canisters and maybe a little shelf to put beside my bed in the little room). Somehow that all correlated in my mind, but the connection seems to have been lost. Oh yes. I am becoming a calm, sophisticated and competent individual and all of this will come together at some point. There was a book called Organizing for Dummies and it talked a lot about decluttering. My next step will be to tackle the drawers in my bedroom into which I dumped all the crap that used to be stored in that box in my room I no longer have space for. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, and I’m trying to improve on both. I’m learning!

I had a cross-the-desk mini-counselling session with Fiona today, and she advised me that I need to sit down, figure out where I want to be, and the things that I need to have happen to get there. I think she’s very right. What format do you suggest? A nice flow chart?

I also want to update my CD collection. Not only do I want to be a Financial Goddess, but I want to be hip wi’ it as well."


And that, my friends, is where I'm at...

The Piper is down!

And she's not just pissed (that will only make sense if you know and love "So I Married an Axe Murderer" as much as I do).

About a week to ten days ago as I was happily training for the 10K on Feb 11th, I started noticing that my knee was really hurting when I'd run, so I told my friend Ashley (who's currently training...or should be...for the London Marathon) about it, and she said it sounds like I have Runner's Knee (I'm making an appointment with my GP to have it checked out). This is sooo not according to plan. I, being the sensible one I am, won't do silly things like go running despite the pain and potential further damage that could cause, except that this morning I woke up and desperately wanted to. I suppose the good thing is that it's making me go back to the gym more, but oh! I want to run. Free...like the wind!

Oh, the plight of an elite athlete (hey, who's that snickering?)

Saturday, January 21, 2006

My line of distinction


Hello from Glasgow where I've just found out from some relatives (my mother's second cousin) that I'm very distantly related to Lord Kelvin. Yes, that's Kelvin who invented the temperature scale. Yes, as in the "Absolute Zero" one. Pretty cool, eh? I have probably something like 1/1000000 of math genius blood in me. It must be the part that allows me to add 1+1 and generally get a reliable answer because my math skills don't extend much beyond that. Still though, Lord Kelvin, cousin of mine, thanks for passing down that little bit mathematical wizardry down to me. I'd be much worse off without it.

As a side note, I now understand why, when I visited Ireland when I was about 9, there were a huge number of men (and boys) in my family named Kelvin.

I can see clearly now...

As a result of this newfound piece of knowledge, I'll be sure to tote myself around Glasgow tomorrow and take lots of pictures. Oh, and go visit his grave in Westminster Abbey when I'm back in London. If you want to go see it too, please do. It's the one right next to Sir Isaac Newton. Seriously. How cool am I all of a sudden? Oh, admit it! You know I am!

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Oak Barrelled Chardonnay

Rich and I have been taking a wine tasting course. Tuesday night we had the most lovely Chardonnay I think I've ever had (2004 Chardonnay Max Reserva Errazuriz, Casablanca Valley, Chile).

We're still working on refining our fruit identification skills a bit. Other people in the class seem to be able to pick out flavours like bell pepper, asparagus, celery, cinnamon, nutmeg and plum in their wine, while I often still think "it tastes like wine" Ah, never mind it will come. Except that lovely chardonnay. It tasted smokey and of fiddleheads and of cozy fall afternoons of being curled by reading by the fire with the rain falling and leaves blowing outside. Ahhhhh...lovely...

Sunday, January 15, 2006

The Little Mommies Club

A couple of months ago I was asked to join a book club. So I did. As it turns out, it seems that I am the only single, non-preggers, and non toddler toting person in the group. I think I was tricked into a little mommies club, and after two hours in that room, I left feeling incredibly happy to be a single, child and fetus-free person. We played the "introduce yourself and say the highlight of your Christmas break" game. I went last. After hearing stories of "Little Jimmy pooped in the toilet for the first time" and "little Janey was going to build a snowman and ate the carrot that was supposed to be the nose (tee hee)" and "Poor Simon Jr had the sniffles and an earache" I debated whether I should lie or tell the truth. So I told the truth. "The highlight of my Christmas was, on boxing day, sleeping until 11:00, getting up for brunch, and then going back to sleep until 3:00 and then getting dressed only to go to the cinema". I was envied. I felt slightly cruel, but it was fun.

I'm sure I'll probably find myself in the Little Mommies Club eventually, but for now I'm happy wtih my freedom and a baby-turd free toilet.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

I feel pretty!

Just to say, I think today will be grand!

I was on my way to the gym and opened the door to find three bottles of milk looking expectantly up at me.

Then I went to the gym, had a nice workout and have just eaten one of my favourite breakfasts. (with caffeine-free revitalizing herbal tea to boot). I feel like a million dollars (or about 454545.45 pounds) today.

Hooray!

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

And can it be that I should gain...

...my official pink British driving licence through the post today!

I had to jet home at lunch today to take The Flatmate to the place where her car is being fixed, and there it was. My smiling face on a pink piece of plastic that means I can officially drive in this country! I keep looking in my wallet to make sure it's really real, and sure enough, it is!

It's my first official piece of documentation with the EU stars and GB in the middle, and I'm so chuffed! I'd scan and display it, but that would make it very easy for people to stalk me.

Now I just have to find my Canada bumper sticker that I have somewhere...

Udderly Disappointing


I was over the moon with anticipation last Friday when I ordered our milk to be delivered to us each Tuesday morning by an honest-to-goodness real-life milk man (such as they don't have in Canada).

As of 8:35 am this morning our milk hadn't arrived. Argh! We were in the throes of despair. Not to mention that The Flatmate didn't get to have her muesli with warm milk!

No sir-ee Bob! There certainly wasn't any Dairy to Doorstep to be had at the Parish Lockup this morning.

Friday, December 30, 2005

Healthy like Dirt

Today I kindly asked The Flatmate to pick me up some coke (of the acola drinking persuation) and, because we are due to start an 8-week detox programme on Jan 1st (aren't we original), she flatly refused! When I pointed out that it is only December 30 and not indeed January 1st yet, she told me that I have to start now, so that it's not such a shock on January 1st. Since she owes me and a colleague a pint anyways, she offered to buy us (the colleague had now entered the discussion) a nice box of herbal tea at the health store down the road instead. So, I agreed and said that I wanted something revitalising (although, I don't think I actually used the word revitalising) since she was now disallowing me my little caffeine fix.

So, now I sit at my desk drinking Ginseng Vitality Ginseng Herbal Tea. After much deliberation, we decided that in actual fact, a blend of Siberian ginseng root, codonopsis root and panax ginseng root (80%), hisbiscus, cinnamon, licorice and cloves tastes like dirt. A good, healthy, zingy dirt though. A dirt one could grow to love. After further deliberation, however, we decided that what it actually tastes like is: when you go to those old, old, historical villages (like Upper Canada Village, if you're a Canadian reading this) and you enter the kitchen that smells of years of wood smoke, dried herbs, animal fur and old wooden furniture, well, if you could take a bite of the wall or table or something else that had absorbed the smell over the past 100-200 years or so, well, that's how this tea tastes. It's really quite good though, and I think that it will become my friend - especially during week 3, which is when caffeine goes out the window entirely.

On that note, my gym membership kicks in on January 1st. As of Jan 1st then, I have no excuse at all not to alternate my running with gym workouts, thereby losing my newfound bit of pudge. Especially since the clothes that I am wearing that I vowed I would not replace until I can fit into my old ones again are becoming thread bare!

And this brings me to my final dilemma of the day. I considered signing up to run the British 10K again this year, until I noticed that it's July 2nd. The day after Canada Day. What do I doooooo?

David Francey

It's a bone-chillingly cold and rainy day in London Town today, and despite aching (to my very core) to stay home, I had to come to work. I've been listening to David Francey CDs at work as I've been plugging away at budgets and other such things. His music is quintessentially Canadian, and in listening to him I can visualise myself lying on my parents couch under a blanket watching the snow falling outside and calling out "Mommy! Can you make me a cup of tea?" and my wonderful mommy coming to have a cup of tea with me (and my wonderful daddy coming to join us too - there are times when I think I might be a bit spoiled!) It makes me want to book a flight home - even if only for a weekend to say hello and have that said cup of tea with the Parental Unit.

Other times when I listen to David Francey I can imagine myself cruising down the 401 (for some reason I always imagine the incredibly boring stretch in between Kingston and Montreal, with a brief pause for excitement as we go through Lancaster) on a brilliantly sunny fall day, but today it's all about dreaming of being cozy on my parents couch instead of in the pouring rain in London.

Ah, God bless David Francey!

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Blog Envy

I've been noticing some other great blogs that are out there...

Blog Envy is a painful thing. I'm finding it hard to come to terms with the fact that other people have more time (and computers and the internet at home) to spend on theirs. I have such dreams for this little blog. Someday, my friends, this blog too will be big and wonderful and featured on blogger.com's list of blogs they've noticed. I have to admit, they've been noticed for a reason, and I think a couple of them are pretty cool.

Check them out. This guy knows how to hyperlink galore... so cool...and I think I'm almost there... wait...yes, I am (check out my blog about McMaster...I hyperlinked McMaster after typing this)

http://whohastimeforthis.blogspot.com/

And this guy knows how to post video clips...

http://www.mloap.blogspot.com/

Hmmm...when I learn to do that you'll be able to see the documentaries that I made with Andrea in Canada in September...hours of fun!

My wonderful Alma Mater Strikes again!

I read in the Guardian yesterday that McMaster University (where I did my undergraduate degree) has announced that "2006 will be the year they unravel the full genetic code of the wolly mammoth which died out 10 000 years ago".

And you all wonder how it is that I'm so brilliant...

Here's the source for you unbelievers...

http://dailynews.mcmaster.ca/story.cfm?id=3734

And I agree with Dr. Poinar. Mitochondria are sooooo 1980s

My New Year's...Survival Strategy

I haven't committed to a new year's resolution this year, and instead have opted for a "I have to change something because I can't carry on like this" surival strategy. I have come to the realization over the past couple of months that I generally don't have it together as well as I used to. I have become very prone to letting little things (like calling the landlord to get the heating fixed, taking a little slip of paper to the bank, calling the milkman to set up my milk order and so on) slip and have started to live in a bit of a state of absent-minded disorientation state of disorganization. I used to be the person who would write people regularly, never forget a birthday and generally have all of my ducks in a row, but since moving (both over to the UK and more notably to the Parish Lockup) my ducks have become significantly more scattered, and it's really bothering me!

It might be because (as Katrin and I have been discussing a lot lately) being grown-up (I know I said last week I wasn't particularly grown-up, but today I feel so) involves having to also organize a lot of...crap...things that previously parents, siblings, University Residents Associations, etc used to take care of for us. But it's time I suck it up and stop pussy-footing around life! If I'm going to be an independent self-sufficient person it's high-time I take the bull by the horns and start behaving as one!

Therefore, today at lunch I will: go to the bank to drop off a little piece of paper I completed on the 22 of November, call the council (again) and tell them they really need to drop off our recycling box, call our landlords and ask them why our heating device can be heard from one end of the flat to the other, and oh...mail the Christmas cards I have sitting on my bedroom floor...

Yes, my friends, from now on I will be known as Joanna the Competent. Hear me rrooooooaaaaarrrrr!!

The new Joanna, perhaps? (I'm kidding!!!)

Friday, December 23, 2005

A Couple Little Bits


There have been a couple little things I keep meaning to put up, but keep forgetting to.

The first is this sign I saw on a trip to Poole I took with Karen and Janeen to visit Anna a few weeks ago. It seems that the council is trying hard to nip the Poole drinking-on-the-beach culture in the bud, but has resigned itself to the reality of its actually doing so...

Ah, bless...

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The British Obsession

While reading BBC online today, I came to the realisation that along with football, cricket, "musn't grumble" and the weather, another key British obsession is the obesity problem in the USA. It seems that almost daily, there is a report about some aspect of the tubby American nation that generally goes along the lines of "many Americans are obese, they are starting to realise it's a problem, it's because they drive everywhere, and if we're not careful the same thing will start happening to innocent British children soon". It's interesting at a time when "American-style" cookies and muffins are starting to appear on grocery store shelves and plazas of big-box stores are starting to pop up everywhere Jamie Oliver and others are changing school lunches and highlighting the need for kids to have exercise to try to nip this in the bud. Every so often, a very curious British person will ask me if the Americans really are that big, and if Canadians are as well (I know I've gained a few pounds over the past few months, but I didn't know that now makes me an expert!) and why I think that problem exists.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4436638.stm

I think I've decided to monitor the BBC...I wonder if it might be that they report on this daily...

As for the extra little bit of me, I'm training for a 10K and have signed up with a gym to start in Jan, so that should all be taken care of shortly...

Monday, December 19, 2005

The bits that be falling into place...

On Friday I got home to receive an evelope that informed me that my social work registration application has been accepted, and that I am now a registered social worker in the UK! It was such a relief and will mean that I may have an easier shot at getting the work permit that is necessary to my staying beyond the end of May!

And then this morning I had my practical driving test and passed! Now I am a full-fledged British driver as opposed to one who had been skirting through on the tails of her Canadian license for probably a little longer than she should have been! Ohhhh...the streets of London will never be the same!

Ahhhhh...these had been the two things waking me up at night for so long and now they won't! I feel like things are really starting to come together, and that I'm starting to build a bit of a life for me and am the way to becoming a proper grown-up!

Actually, along those lines I had another "I'm becoming a grown-up" moment this weekend. I'm having people around on Christmas Day for dinner, and all of a sudden it occured to me that I'm hosting Christmas, and what an adult thing that is to be doing. I hadn't fully thought through what all of this means, and that for the first time, my mother won't be a) doing the turkey or b) in the kitchen on hand if I have any questions! I realized how fully unprepared I am - I need to get stuffing recipes and a meat thermometer and...Oh! A turkey. I have to think about what to feed people for breakfast should they crash over and bedding (or, more to the point, lack of) and how to entertain people! All of this is very exciting, but, it's a bit sad in a way too...I don't know if I want to be a grownup yet! Well, just wait until I get a gravy boat and matching dishes...then I'll know that I'm pretty much there, and I'll tell you how I'm feeling then...

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Oh Christmas Tree!



Last night Lisa and I decorated my little Christmas Tree (and I learned that in England, they just chop the tops off trees, so that the tree can keep growing, whereas in Canada, we take the whole thing, baby!)

Here we are with my beautiful little tree! Oh yes, and a picture of Lisa that looks like a Victorian Christmas Card!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

United Nations Relocation

It seems that before too long, I'll have had a representative from every member state of the United Nations vying to be Katrin's replacement in the Parish Lockup.

Last week we had a girl from somewhere in Eastern Europe (she was frightening though, we named her "The Dominatrix" and quickly decided that I couldn't live with her). Tomorrow we have a Spanish gentleman named Juan coming, and a Frenchmen has just expressed interest as well. Methinks I will become quite popular with my single female friends should either of them move in!

I wonder if I can arrange some of blog game whereby I put profiles of them on here, and you (my loyal readers) chose the person for me to live with!

Katrin and I went for a run this morning. Lots of work to do in the next eight weeks!

Monday, December 12, 2005

Here We Go Again!

I've decided to do another 10K in February. I'd really like to cut off a bit of time from my last one...but with much less training time...

Let the adventures begin!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Ice Bar

I've been so bad at updating lately that I'm not sure if this is still checked, but at least this amuses me, if no one else...

Last weekend my friend Drew took me to the "Absolut Ice Bar" (sponsored by, yes...the vodka people) for my birthday (a belated sort of deal) and it was fantastic! Here are some shots of me trapped in an ice vodka bottle, Drew, the fuzzy cape wonder and Drew and I looking very happy to be all wintered-out! The rest of the day was spent playing scrabble, monopoly and connect four in a pub that served Sleeman Honey Brown. It was an awesome afternoon/evening! I also witnesses my first bus fight (all verbal - phew!) whereby the Police were called. I was afraid that I'd have to use my newly acquired Sleeman Glass (I asked to have it - I didn't steal it) for defense purposes, but I (and several other people on the bus) were able to hop off unscathed. Anyways, mom, dad, it's all good, and London is safe!





Friday, November 25, 2005

Toronto and Good luck!

I spoke with a carer today whose son lives at Yonge and Eglinton. After speaking with her for a while she said she felt a special connection with me because I can imagine where her son lives, and there aren't many who can do that. And we shared a moment of sharing how wonderful Cinnabons are and how they make the subway there smell so nice!

A special note to my Fact-of-the-Day friend Nick who's off to Singapore for 18 months on Monday. Good luck Nick! I (and the people who I sometimes forward them to) look forward to more facts once you're established there.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Home Sweet Home...



I stayed home from work yesterday and as I was falling asleep on the couch in the afternoon (or maybe I had already fallen asleep, and I was dreaming - I'm not sure) I thought that I was lying on the couch in my parent's house sleeping and I thought I could hear my mother and CBC Radio in the background. I woke up feeling (well, first confused) all warm and fuzzy and a little bit homesick. And I had a dream about my (now deceased) cat Robbie last night too. He was sitting on my knee and I was making him dance (that was his favourite game - I just know it!) Oh, he was such a lovely, lovely cat! Sadly I don't have a picture of Robbie on my computer, but here's a winter view from the kitchen door over our backyard that my brother took last Christmas. There's nothing like a cozy day wintery day by the fire...especially one when it's snowing outside...the big fluffy snowflakes that settle all over you without melting and the kind of days where you come in with rosy cheeks and a cold nose but feel warm and toasty on the inside.

Well, it's off from work and into London weather (and should it be noted that weather was not actually invented in England, Nick) I go...

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

A sad, sad day for London

Today the London Racers announced that they are suspending all play for the 2005/06 season due to unsafe conditions at their venue - Lee Valley arena.

This is dreadful. The people at work have responded with “oh – that’s too bad” and carried on. They don’t get it. I’m so alone.

It’s a good thing I was planning on taking tomorrow off – I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of bed for grief.

I’m lost…

I suppose I’ll have to get a TV and that North American sports channel. This is God punishing me for turning my back on the Leafs and supporting another team. Oh….why does it have to end like this? And to think my only game this year resulted in a massive loss. Oh, my heart!


A moment of silence please......

I can't believe how utterly Canadian I feel in all of this!

www.londonracers.com if you want to read for yourself...

Here's a shot from my only game this year. Their horrible 6-2 loss against Cardiff. Even more tragically my camera batteries died a short second later, so this is the only shot I have of the game (until Ashley emails me the ones from her camera, that is). It's pretty rubbish because I thought I'd have plenty of time to take great ones over the course of the game. Although one can clearly see how much better the Cardiff arena is (you can compare with last January's posts...when I first went to the game and when life was perfect) and how it's glass is clearly shatter proof and how there are no bits sticking out of the boards to hurt the players. Well, maybe London will get a proper arena now...

But what will I do? What? What? What?

Friday, November 18, 2005

And now for my next act...

Ashley mentioned this to me yesterday, and it didn't take much to convince me...


Wuthering Hike - Haworth Hobble
Saturday 12th March 2005
31 miles traversing gritstone moors around Haworth, Todmorden and Hebden Bridge – 4,400 ft of ascent/descent maximum time allowed 12 hours Refreshments available en route with a meal at the finish
Start at 08-00 am. Entry fee: £18-00 per team or £10-00 solo, to cover administration, catering, transport, prizes and certificates.
Entry Form 2005 - giving route details and cut off times


How fantastically gruelling and painful does that look! It had better be one heck of a meal!

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Going Postal!

Hi,

I have been very excited about telling everyone that Ashley and I are hoping to go on a Postbus trip this February.

Ironically, today is one of those days whereby I'm frustrated with humanity and when the clacking of people's keyboards was enough to make me scream, I started wondering if maybe I really am truly going postal...(although Trevor's trying to convince me that maybe I'm actually agoraphobic...)

Needless to say I'm leaving work now. I can't take another minute today!

Friday, November 11, 2005

One more thing...

Ashley and I are off to Cardiff to see Lauren (another Canadian) this weekend.

We're going to be taking in a London vs. Cardiff hockey game. HOW FUN!!!!

http://www.thecardiffdevils.com/

http://www.londonracers.com

I was about to say that clearly London is the better team, but let's be honest. They're probably all Canadian anyways...

Guy Fawkes night!



I had my first Guy Fawkes night on Saturday! Kate invited some of us around and was the perfect hostess (sadly, I didn't seem to get any shots of her). But here's Danni looking very celebratory indeed! Oh yes, and some random fireworks...

My mysterious condition...



Yesterday morning I mentioned to Katrin that my earlobe felt a bit warm. Today I woke up and it was a full two-times the size it normally is. I don't often wear earrings anymore (I lost the ones that were made of real materials that didn't irritate my ears) so I'm not too sure what's causing this, but I suppose I'll get concerned when it spreads to the rest of my face...

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

My Capable Parental Unit



I'd like to introduce my Parental Unit to my blog! My dad and I were on the phone last night, and he, having just been introduced to the world of high-speed internet, learned how to post messages to my blog. His debut can be found in "The Shopping List Compendium" post. This is my capable Parental Unit, with my also capable (although not online) grandmother when I was visiting in September. Aren't they lovely? :)

Monday, October 31, 2005

One of those moments...


I was fortunate enough to catch the last little bit of an awesome sunset out of my window last night. I've always loved our view, and this just solidified it even further. By time time I'd finished running around to find my camera it was almost over, but I managed to capture the last minute...

Unfortunately my dying window box obstructed the view a bit, and I suppose I could have hung my body out of the window, but that didn't occur to me at the time... Having said that, it's interesting to see that my little spruce is turning into a little Blue Spruce now (or is that a little Dying Spruce?)

Tri-Nations Cup




To send my brother out with a bang, we took him to one of the Tri-Nations (GB vs. NZ) games on Saturday. Great Britain lost, but it was still fun anyways...

Here are - Rich looking exasperated (as he did most of the game), Matt P looking very excited (as he did for most of the game...for no particular reason though...he's just a happy-sort of guy) and my brother and I looking like Canadian tourists at a rugby game...

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Tower Bridge








I think that for as long as I live in London, I'll never tire of Tower Bridge at night.

Except that's not tower bridge. Oops...OK...take 2!


And how about some Tower of London Raven bum while we're at it?

Hmmmm....maybe photography lessons are in order! :)

Nose to Nose with Royalty


You know you work in England when you look for something under your desk and come nose to nose with Queen Anne.
How'd she get there?

Monday, October 24, 2005

Miserable, Rainy, Monday Morning

I made a mistake over the weekend. I saw the new (although now over a month old) Pride and Prejudice yesterday. It was really good, but really, is the main ingredient in any single girl's recipe for "I'm-going-go-die-an-old-maid" casserole.

That, combined with a rainy Monday morning, the realisation at the gym that I'm far more out of shape than I thought I was, and the non-arrival of an email I was quite hoping for over the weekend seems enough to send me back home to curl up and watch DVDs all day. Except I don't have a DVD Player. Or a TV for that matter. Damn.

In other news, my weekend was good (except for afore mentioned mistake of watching P&P which was good...too good really). Ashley and I stumbled upon a Tandoori place and decided to eat at it because it had a sign with the most complicated arrow to lead us down a dark alley way and around a corner to find it. We thought that anybody who put that much effort into the signage deserved a try, and it turned out to be a great find! Then yesterday Sandy and Janeen made a great find of a Japanese/Thai/Sushi place in China town. I went to St Paul's Cathedral for the first time and took my brother to see the Tower of London. Last night my brother assemebled an IKEA dresser for me, and tonight I will be able to go home and finally rearrange my room and get rid of the large suitcase that has been taking up a big spot on my floor, and the thought of that makes me feel very happy. So really, "cranky and pity-me" me should be a bit less cranky and pity me I suppose.

Count your blessings one by one...

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Not Forgotten

Hi,

I've been quite busy at work where my only internet access is, so my poor blog has remain unupdated for a while!

I'm doing OK, and will try to remain to regular blogging activity in due course...

Watch this space!