Lost in Translation

...and then we moved back to England from Canada and I had a whole new set of stuff to miss.
I like distances in kilometers instead of miles, because as a friend said 'it means you get there quicker'.
I miss having a clean, safe underground system. Or 'tube' as people used to like saying to me, forgetting that that's only in London.
and I'm telling you, I'm missing the Canadian weather. The joke/cliche here in England is if you don't like the weather just wait 10 minutes or go 10 miles, is just not that funny. I took a photograph of the huge hail stones a couple of weeks ago. This time last year I had a tan. Me, a tan. A real one, not from a bottle. To most people this probably doesn't sound like a big deal but for me, big deal. I went on holiday to Greece a few years ago and when we got off the return flight the people waiting to board the plane were more tan than me.
I miss the Canadian National Anthem and the fact that people actually sing it . Not all the time you understand, like in the supermarket or doing the gardening, but at sporting events and other apt occasions.
And just when there was a chance of my french improving I move back here and there is no dual language on stuff.
As usual there is the things I don't miss. I won't miss Tim's coffee. Sorry but Tim Hortons coffee is terrible. I know to Canadians this is unholy talk, but the stuff is awful.
I wont miss hockey, yet more sacreligious talk! A long time ago in these very pages I wrote about hockey. My opinion hasn't changed.
And I most surely do not miss the DVP. Dear, lovely people of Toronto, there are other roads. These other roads go to the same places as the DVP - but quicker, because everyone in Toronto just uses the DVP.
So that's it. The moves and misses so far.
I'm not moving again.