Monday, July 14, 2008

A Catalogue of Things I Neglected to Mention:

  • seeing a pickled giant squid in the storeroom of the Natural History Museum
  • meeting one of wizards from the upcoming Harry Potter movie
  • the gift of a Maltese guidebook from a dying man
  • unwrapping Abdu’l-Baha’s reading glasses
  • a newfound addiction to scones with cream and jam
  • eating humous and carrots with an actress from Atonement
  • the scent of boiling candied peanuts
  • a sudden poke from a patient and the comment, “you’re very white!”
  • backseat driving on the other side of the road
  • Golder’s Green on a Saturday morning (you might as well be in Israel)
  • discussing George III’s blue urine with his doctors
  • galloping Yorkshire hares - they were the size of dogs!
  • BBC 1, BBC 2, BBC 3, BBC 4
  • having a patient yell at me when I told her the date
  • minding the gap. Always minding the gap.
  • strolling above the tree-tops at Kew Gardens
  • attempting to cure loneliness by a hearty walk and finding myself hopelessly lost in Hampstead Heath. In the rain. “I was molested there,” my co-worker told me.
  • crossing Abbey Road at dusk
  • James Herriot’s picture books come to life at a Yorkshire country fair
  • looking like an idiot because I don’t understand British terms
  • looking like an idiot because people can’t understand what I’m saying because of my Canadian tongue. “It’s a shark’s tooth” “a shrik’s what??” “a shark’s tooth. the tooth of a shark.” “what’s a shirk?”

4 comments:

Unknown said...

Oh Sunny! I just want to pinch you for your Canadian-ness! You're so cute!

grandma said...

Now I have something to add to my list of things not normally seen in museums. I can be building a poem on that: giant pickled squid, stuffed owl blown off course over the sea; tiger's penis. . . eye of newt? luv, gram

Anonymous said...

I love your blog. It is like a delectable slice of you!

Kristie said...

This is excellent! Wish I would've seen this blog back when I saw you almost every day.

I hope you're having a blast post-grad.