Yes. It is official. I am in Canada. I have in fact been here for two days, but it was only last night that I felt able to type it out officially with my tiny little monkey hands; for it was last night that dear Suzie*, mended my web-blog by putting on the new Canadian-themed title-head information-banner (plus pic).
In the new Canadian-themed title-head information-banner (plus pic), you will see the name of this web-blog ("Non-workingmonkey"), plus a picture of me (Non-workingmonkey) dressed for success (Canadian style, as depicted by Dave Shelton). I think it is really good, and I hope you like it too.
All that remains to be seen is what is going to happen next. After all, last week I lived in Brixton in London**, with many friends, jobs available had I wanted to work (which I did not), a flat near a shop, and easy access to rough oatcakes.
Now I live an hour's walk from the shop, and must find a job and make some friends. It is like starting completely all over again, right from the beginning.
But this is as nothing. The facts of my circumstances are mere facts. Infer nothing from my tone, for the simple truth is that I have made the right decision.
Here, I am in daily contact with a French-Canadian pathologist of whom I am fond (despite his tendency to cut his own hair and leave the clippings in the lavatory bowl), and this makes me happy in a way that still surprises me when I am thinking about something else.
Also, I like it here, and I like almost all the Canadians I have ever met, very much (apart from one I used to work for, and Conrad Black. Plus I do not want to listen to the music of Celine Dion).
I think it is going to be good. Either way, I think it will be interesting, which means - dare I even THINK it! - that this weblog may finally become interesting. Fingers crossed, eh?
* whose patience and kindness stopped my salty tears of frustration and restored the beaming smile to my simple face
** England, UK - the one with the red buses, black cabs and people dressed head to toe in buttons shouting "up the apples and pears, me old china!"
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Bienvenue. Welcome. We called up the weather just for you.
No rough oatcakes in Canada!!! It is a barren, featureless wasteland. I am coming out to bring you home immediately.
Welcome! Should you ever come to Toronto, I would be happy to bring you to places that feature excellent coffee and biscuits and will search for rough oatcakes for you.
I am a fan of yours, and this seems like the right occasion to introduce myself as such, and compliment you on your many fine changes. As an American living here, I can assure you there is no obligation to embrace the music of Celine Dion, though the more common fondness for the Tragically Hip is baffling.
May I ask - do you still have a cat to shift, or was that resolved?
Be happy NWM. The new banner is ace and you have a whole future at your feet.
Jealous? Moi?
No, I am very excited for you.
J.
Best wishes for your new life !
Welcome! At last! We've been needing a monkey for quite some time now.
There are oatcakes to be had in Canada, but I'm not sure if they'd be in the stylee of your "rough" oatcakes. What makes an oatcake rough? A tendency to say, "Oi! What you lookin' at?"
You will be relieved to know that Celine Dion is not required listening in Canada. Not outside of Québec, anyway. You might want to check local requirements.
Should you not find the Tragically Hip appealing, I highly recommend you try Blue Rodeo.
And beavertails. You must try beavertails. The pastry, not the national animal body part.
Your banner is lovely. I do have a question, though. Are you wearing the fez underneath the coonskin cap?
er, won't you have time to bake your own rough oatcakes, now you are non-working again?
Best Wishes for your wonderful new life. It's funny how you just 'know' when something is so right, isn't it?
kaz xx
am worried about a monkey in Canada.Love Canada. Won't sue till you come home. Note: home.
Your parents are divinely kind so I won't sue for misappropriation of my name.
Marvellous. This is like a modern fairy-tale. NWM, your tale needs only a little simplification and it could be a lovely children's book, sort of on the lines of Babar (I *loved* Barbar stories). And they lived happily ever after. And kept a blog now and then?
NWM, can you see me waving at you from my balcony above the red buses? I've been quiet of late but still thinking of you over there.
NOW you tell us where he puts the clippings, though - surely that was material information?!?
Look how excited all the Canadians are now that they have successfully STOLEN YOU from Ms Baroque and me. Dammit.
Now look here. The most amusing thing that has happened to me in many years is that that comment above is from the REAL and ACTUAL Anna Raeburn (who I do actually love, despite making up a quote from her in my jolly amusing sidebar).
Ms B - I am waving back (while a cat called Corndog tries to chew my ankle)
Indigo - yes hmm it is a bit isn't it. Shame we are both trolls rather than fairies, but still, even the ugly deserve love. On a more cheerful note, I've just remembered I have a book upstairs called "how to write a novel". So that's OK then.
Re. the oatcakes. My plan is to make them with my very own monkey hands. I have two (2) 400g boxes of Nairn's Rough Oatcakes, each containing I think 36 oatcakes. It will be fine. Although emergency parcels are always very welcome.
Katy - there's a reason why I've left the country, and it's one that the lovely Canadians will discover only too soon.
T&C - yep. It is.
Wrath of Dawn - need you ask?
Jude, Saturday Night - I thank you, I do. Thank you.
Marla - hello and welcome back. Cup of tea? Thank you for your kind words. You show exquisite taste in being a regular reader, and I salute you.
Asta - you, you poor thing, are going to see me sooner than my own mother is. I am just saying.
Katy - flights are cheap this time of year.
Apologies. How silly of me.
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