"You're English. You're supposed to join the WI* and live in a village and be a judge in flower shows. You were made to be here. You can't just go off and live in Canada."
"That is all well and good, friend", I burble in response. "But I don't really want to live here anymore. And anyway, I am fond of someone who lives in Canada and I would like to see him more often."
It is true. I don't want to live here, and I am fond of someone in Canada. I still like lots of English things though: the people I like, Hula-Hoops and commercials for Marmite** with Paddington Bear in them, for example:
My imminent departure is obviously making me sentimental: I always hated Paddington Bear.
* For foreign readers: the WI is the Womens' Institute. Their website cocks on about 'modern opportunities for today's women', when in fact the WI is about:
- dusty village halls
- talks from semi-famous people about weird shit, e.g. fossils and/or the Himalayas
- baking
- the country
- flowers in the church
** Once again, for foreign readers: Marmite is the elixir of youth. There are very few foreigners who like it. The ones who do are usually found to have pioneering spirits and a palate of steel.
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The advertisement works. I am suddenly resolved to eat toast and Marmite for my breakfast. My mouth is watering and I must leave now as I do not have a waterproof keyboard.
you might as well give in and admit it - you are, spiritually at least, a wi member, what with your jam-making and ancient handicrafts (those commemorative plates! just superb). start to wear comfortable tweed and you're made!
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