The toe bone's connected to the heel bone (what?)*

I was stopped on the way to school today. It was by an elderly but well dressed couple who wished to compliment me on my sartorial choices saying that it was nice to see a vraie femme.

Tomorrow night I plan to go to a gig for the first time in weeks. I've really not been to enough gigs this year, it is a bit pathetic. Now, had I been in Montreal....

*Doing The Body with Sec 1s and using Fats Waller's version of Dem Dry Bones. Does include some questionable science (the chin bone's connected to the nose bone?) but has almost all the essential body vocabulary.

I'm taking off my straw hat for you

It is now nearly the end of April and the weather is pretty special. 

Ma and Pa arrived the 30th March. They should be leaving Canada about now. They were delayed for nine and a half days by the volcanic eruption in Iceland. This meant that I got to see them in Montreal last weekend. And they got to see Montreal, a lot. 

We had a week in Quebec City, a few days in RDL, a three-day weekend driving round Gaspésie then they left me (I had work) while they went to New Brunswick and then to Montreal for their flight.

I've got so used to them being (comparatively) close but not necessarily seeing them - much like it was when I was in Sheffield - that I feel a bit weird they're leaving. I didn't cry when we said our goodbyes but I'm sad now. 

I'm also sad that school finishes in about a month. Of course I'm excited about the summer, the Grand Prix, Ella, seeing Canada. But I'm kinda scared. And I really feel happy with my life here. What I miss is the people. I haven't known anyone here for more than about eight months. Very few of these people have I spent a lot of time with. It really cannot compare to friends at home who know me. So if everyone I care most about could just move to Quebec that'd suit me very well thanks.

I had a fantasy today as I was sitting in the garden reading. I wanted to be there having a barbeque and drinking fizzy beer with 10 or 12 good friends. I've been thinking about my birthday. I don't really want to turn 23. I like being 22 because 22 is my number. Also birthdays are for seeing friends and family so that's gonna be a bit rubbish.

I guess it is because this is coming to an end that I'm thinking more about home. That I've not seen since August. And don't plan to see until August.

In other news, this coming week will be my first five-day week for a long time. Tough life eh?