I am Rick and I like Math

And the ever so popular sticky note rendition of Rick without a shirt.

Mr. Pillowhead

As many of you are probably wondering what I was referring to in my earlier posting of "Lessons from a Boy" in which I mention Channing entertaining us with his skits including Mr. Pillowhead. Here is a shot of him in costume, so you can get an idea of how mortifying this character truly is!

Been there , done that...

Well, it was back to London today. Rick wanted to visit the Sherlock Holmes museum on Baker Street. We also had to stop at the Euston Rail Station to check out the trains to Birmingham for our trip next weekend to see my relatives. Trains run frequently from Dartford to three major stations in London and from there we can either take the Tube or bus around the city. It seems that there is virtually no where that you can’t reach through public transport and if you change your mind about where you want to go, within minutes you head off in another direction exploring and weaving through this fabulous city.

Since it was on Rick’s wish list to visit 221b Baker Street, we hit the gift shop first (notice a theme with our touring?). To my surprise, he passed on purchasing a tie or a t-shirt since they were too expensive (14 pounds for a tie). I did, however, manage to score a solid souvenir which teams up nicely with my Dr. Who badges that I now have pinned to my pack. For 50 p, I got a button that says, “221b Sherlock Holmes Consulting Detective 1881-1904”. I think that the Doctor would be proud to be on display with such a crime solving legend.

While Rick toured the museum, Channing and I relaxed at a cafe around the corner and indulged in a terrific cup of coffee for me and hot chocolate for the boy (so good that he had to ask for a spoon to scoop the cream from the bottom of the cup). They had the most wonderful display of desserts in their window and Chan and I admired the cream cakes with glazed fruit, coconut and chocolate sprinkled on squares, wisps of whip cream on pastries, and even pies to make you drool. As we sat inside, we would watch the pedestrians strolling by and every once in a while one made an abrupt stop to look in the window for a few seconds and then carried on. They were probably thinking the same thing I was, sure looks good, but I better not eat that. I had Channing take a photo of me sitting outside of the cafe with the treats behind me. He asked what the point was in taking a photo if we didn’t eat anything. Typical male! I said that it was so pretty and I wanted to remember how it looked. I also couldn’t get my Granny Mason’s saying out of my head, “A moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips”.

With Rick’s tour of 221b Baker Street complete and his purchase of a book called, “The Mysterious World of Sherlock Holmes”, we continued our trek and made stops at Piccadilly Circus and watched a truck advertising home repairs blow bubbles out from under the hood (or the bonnet in UK terms). The driver started singing along with Lionel Ritchie’s “Stuck on You”, into a microphone near the steering wheel. Lots of people stopped to take photos and the three of us chuckled and then Rick slapped his forehead in disbelief. I wasn’t sure if he was more interested in advertising his handyman or karaoke abilities. My first impression, unfortunately, was both sucked.

We eventually stumbled onto Harrod’s. We were so fixated on taking photos of the buildings along our journey, that initially we just thought it was another interesting place to admire. But when we noticed the streams of people coming and going and the fur protestors at the store entrance, we realized it was the world famous department store.

Once inside, it was difficult to decide where to go first. The security guards asked the guys to take their back packs off and carry them. I thought we were going to have our bags searched and then it became apparent that it was so that they wouldn’t knock something over. We wandered from perfume to handbags and upstairs past ladies (I am not usually intimated by clothes but I literally made a complete circle in this section of the store, didn’t touch a thing, and walked right back out again) and men’s wear (I kept shushing Rick cause he was practically yelling the prices of things out while we were walking past) to the toy department. Perhaps it was because it was okay to touch and do in this department that we spent the majority of our time and ultimately experienced the most fun.

Channing preferred the station where the sales clerks were demonstrating miniature helicopters. He tried to give it a go himself and the clerk asked if Chan wanted him to lose his job. Oops, not such a good idea to try that, I guess. Chan and I played with slot cars, watched a snow demonstration (yes, my fellow Canadians, they were selling snow making kits for 14.95), skipped over a remote control snake that slithered along the tiles, and tried out some bizarre looking remote control plastic cars with big wheels that flipped like a tuna freshly yanked from the ocean and tossed on deck. Rick wanted a crib board and a deck of card and couldn’t find either, so set out to find a Frisbee. Interestingly enough, even in the world’s largest department store, he couldn’t buy a Wham-o Frisbee. He found a child’s car that will go 19 miles per hour for 20,000, a 20,000 bike, a 100,000 under water propulsion device, and an 80,000 grand piano, but no Wham-o-Frisbee.

When it was all said and done, we had been there, didn’t buy the t-shirt (pretty sure the stuff at the Sherlock Holmes gift shop were looking pretty good now), but settled for a Disc Magic Frisbee for 4.99 and me having a free photo with the door man. However, we did have to listen to Rick complain the whole way home about how this Frisbee paled in comparison to the Wham-o for its soft texture, blah, blah, blah. As a consolation, I did have the addition to my crime fighting hero’s collection and it was "Elementary, my Dear Watson."

Lessons from a Boy

There are times as a parent that I feel like my heart will leap out of my chest with pride for something that my kids have done or said. Yes, there are also times that I want to wring their necks too! Making this move to the UK, as you can all imagine, was a massive undertaking. So many pieces of the puzzle needed to come together in order to make this a reality. Sometimes it feels very surreal, when I am standing in line at the grocery store and listening to a shopper next to me chat on her cell phone in a British accent, or when I look at the menu board in a cafe and they have a "Chip Butty" for a pound. Until that moment, I was under the impression that my mom made up my favourite sandwich of warm chips tucked inside a slice of bread and butter.

This move has shown me that the words, "can't", "impossible", "intimidated", and "never going to happen" don't exist in Channing's world. As my friends, Sophie and Stan like to say about someone that approaches a difficult situation with a strong mental attitude, "He's a 100 percenter". In the short time that we have been here he has eagerly attended his classes and makes a genuine effort to be social, friendly and fit in. He made a friend Tom, a tall athletic lad in Year 11, who now calls for him in the morning and I watch the two of them head off looking so handsome in their school uniforms. At night he goes to movies, rides the buses, plays soccer (sorry football) in a nearby park, and goes for 4 km runs with a group so he can stay fit.

Since we are still without a TV, to entertain us he does skits in the living room such as dancing with the umbrella while half humming and half yodeling "Singing in the Rain", sticking a pillow on his head and clucking like a chicken in a performance of "Mr. Pillowhead", and finally taking three sticky notes and drawing a right breast, a left breast, and the makings of a moustache, sticking them on himself and saying, "Hey look, I am Rick. I like math and I have man boobs." Rick’s straight-faced response is, “Chan, I don’t have a moustache.”

On weekends, he willingly tags along with us as we tour around. He brings his camera to make his next interesting video to go along with the techno music that he has been working on in his spare time. He is producing what I call a Bollywood Techno style song that is excellent and I hope to be able to share this with everyone once he gets his video edited.

I think as adults we like to believe that we have all the answers. It isn’t easy to show our children that sometimes even we struggle in some aspect of life. But I have learned that it is okay for your kids to teach you something. For me, it meant discovering that I want to be a 100 percenter too.

I Need a Hero

Today we took the train to Greenwich, which is the town where Rick stayed in a Hostel when he first arrived in the UK. We heard that there was a great market there, Greenwich Park, the Nautical Museum and, more importantly the Prime Meridian. Rick really wanted to stand on 0 longitude and have his picture taken. Greenwich is a lovely town and it was nice to stroll along the streets and check out the various shops, pubs, and restaurants. We chose a Mexican food restaurant, of all things, to have our lunch. The food was terrific and the sangria filled our bellies for another day of walking. I was optimistic that is wouldn’t be nearly as much travelling on foot as it had been for our tour of London and I prayed to God not at all like our excursion to Bluewater.

In order to reach the area where the Prime Meridian is located, we had to trek through Greenwich Park and up this steep path about 1,500 feet long. I felt sorry for the older folks trying to make their way as even for the three of us that are all in reasonably good shape, it was a workout. As I huffed and puffed up the path, I asked Rick if he thought that people had died of a heart attack trying to get to the top. He agreed that there probably had been a few. Once up there, it was worth the effort as we got a spectacular view of Greenwich, the harbour, and Canary Wharf (the business district in London). Rick stopped in the souvenir shop and picked up a t-shirt and then we waited our turn as so many other tourists snapped photos of friends and family standing on the world renowned site. Chan seemed to be fixated on a Tragically Hip song and wondered where 100 Meridian would be. Neither of us had an answer for him but I think it was more because Rick was so thrilled to be at 0 and wasn’t in the frame of mind to consider 100.

After the photo op, we found another gift shop (probably why all those seniors were almost killing themselves to get up that hill) and Rick got the perfect Science teacher tie with stars and constellations on it. But what made me the most happy was the collection of Dr. Who memorabilia and I couldn’t resist picking something up. Chan got a Dalek poster and I settled on four buttons with different shots from Dr. Who. My favourite was the one with just David Tennant, the actor who currently plays the Doctor. I told the guys that David is most definitely on my “what’s hot” list as I pinned the button on to my right lapel. I thought about starting a collection of crime fighters since I also love Yannick Bisson, the Canadian actor, who plays the lead character of a detective from the late 1800’s, called “Murdoch Mysteries”. The Doctor fights crimes of time and space and Murdoch, those of the past. Chan asked if I had a present day favourite. Nothing came to mind. Well, dry wall guy did but...okay never mind.

When our touring of Greenwich was over and we were on the crowded and noisy train back to Dartford, a group of what I thought were police officers boarded at one of the stops. I had also seen other officers perusing the platform back in Greenwich, and I wondered if they were looking for someone in particular. I kept turning around to see what they were doing as I was hoping to catch them taking someone down and some exciting scene suddenly evolved so I could have a present day crime fighter button. As the train emptied out with each subsequent stop, I was able to change my seat so that I was looking in the direction of where the law makers were standing.

As I shifted in my seat, Rick looked at the guy now sitting next to me (this broad bald fellow who was quietly listening to his MP3) and tapped his nose and mouthed the word, “Nosey”. The big bear of a man laughed then removed his ear buds and explained that they were simply transit officers just doing standard checks. It turns out that he was a Southeastern employee just finishing his shift. Rick saw his ID badge, gestured to him in a steering motion like a five year old boy playing car, and yelled, “Do you drive the train?” I imitated Rick and said sarcastically, “Yeah, Rick, he drives the train.” No, the man said, clearly amused by our antics at this point, he was a shift supervisor.

So I told the guy that I wasn’t being nosey, that I am a writer and I am always looking for a good story. Not only that, but we have to find ways to entertain ourselves since we don’t even own a television. We can’t watch Dr. Who, I explained. I talked about my “what’s hot and what’s not list”, and I pointed to my new button just above my right breast. Rick craned his neck forward as if to get a better look and said, “Oh, that episode’s a rerun anyway. I’ve seen that one before.” After several swats to my moron husband’s shoulder, a good laugh from the man, he pulled out his cell phone to show me something. He said that his son had downloaded this for him. He played the opening theme for Doctor Who and the Dalek saying “Exterminate” for me and then he got off at his stop.

So what I really need to know now is do shift supervisor’s fight crimes?

Coronation Street?

The street we live on is only a 100 metre long dead end street, but the flurry of activity seems to be ongoing. Across from us is the tile shop. In the mornings, and generally more early than I would like, trucks stop by to pick up their shipments. I am always amazed at how these large vehicles manage to manoeuvre their way into and then back out of such a stubby road.

Not long after the deliveries have been dealt with, the sandwich delivery gal shows up tooting her horn loudly several times as she backs up her truck outside the main entrance. I see her laughing and chatting with the guys and I wonder if she is single and if she has a crush on the bald guy that I see carrying orders out to customers’ cars. Not sure what they order, but she rides away with a smile and I think she seems happy with her work.

Couples stop to embrace; boys scoot by on their bikes and skateboards, and an elderly man with a cane and his shopping basket all pass by our kitchen window. A girl crying in her sock feet, maybe she had a fight with her boyfriend, went by and then oddly minutes later another woman whose barefoot walked by cradling her toddler who is dressed only in pyjamas. I wondered where they were going and why neither woman had shoes. Is she broke and can’t afford shoes or do her feet ache and the earth feels good against her soles?

People sit in their cars and eat the fish and chips they most likely bought at shop around the corner. I am curious if they are on the go and need to eat in a hurry or maybe they’re not in the mood for sharing their chips tonight. Cars occasionally zoom by thinking that they can move onto one of the main roads near our house and then do a “U-ey” when they realize that our street is a dead end. Sometimes a stranger parks in our spot and we have to leave a note and kindly ask them to move.

When I swing our bedroom window wide open and pop my head out, I get a terrific view of the Dartford Bridge. It always seems to be packed and traffic moves slowly over the Thames. It is quite pretty at night, though, when it is lit up. I sometimes like to rest on the large sill for a few minutes and get an entirely different view of our street; the place we now call home.

I know is it closing time at the tile shop when the bald guy yanks the large garage type delivery doors down with a clang, he chucks his cigarette butt into the empty lot, and his wife and son come to fetch him.

What's Hot and What's Not

When it comes to the cost of things, I have found that certain things here are unbelievable cheap and others ridiculously expensive. My job while the guys are in school is to scout out the nearby stores and find what’s hot and what’s not. At the end of the day, we tell each other about our experiences and when it is my turn, I like to play something I call, “Deals and Steals”. I pull out the receipt from my purchases, hold up the item and get them to guess how much it costs. My favourite bargain so far is a 440 gram jar of curry sauce for 7 pence. Now, for you Canadians reading my blog, for ease of conversion, just double the price. Tell me where you can buy a 440 gram jar of curry sauce for 14 cents? Let me know when you find one. I made a terrific chicken curry dish with this sauce, so it is now on my “hot” list.

I also found a tube of toothpaste for 17 pence and I just had to buy it to try it out. This is a purchase I regretted, however, because most of that night while Rick and I (mostly Rick) were sleeping; he was breathing his not so minty breath on me. The next day, I went out and bought “Aquafresh” and dumped the other tube. Obviously, this item is not worthy of my “hot” list.

There are at least five thrift shops in the town centre and the British Heart Foundation operations a really nice store. There is a good turnover of stock, the quality and the price of the items, from what I have experienced with similar shopping at home, is quite good too. I bought a black leather purse for 2 pound 50 (by the way there are literally tons of purses to be found at this place and I always think of my good friend, Debbra, and how she would have a fit over this), a pair of top notch “Next” jeans for 4 pound 30 (perfect fit, too, no need for hemming), and a cute three quarter length sleeve jersey knit shirt with grey stripes for 1 pound 99. So thrift store shopping is most certainly on my “hot” list.

Away from shopping for a second, I have to tell you that the most “hot” item of all is the young dry wall guy that is working on the house next door. I really wish he would stop taking off his damn shirt when he comes out to get tools from his truck. Not looking, not looking.....

To help me stay on topic here, what I find unreasonably expensive is the cost of buying a home. For example, the place that we are renting is about 1,200 square feet, 2 bedroom, 1.5 bathrooms, a fenced yard that is about 50’ by 25’ and it would sell for around 220,000 pounds (don’t forget the double factor). It is in a nice area and is brand new mind you, but $400,000! We really struggle with wrapping our heads around how Brits can afford their own homes. Next time I look through the Peterborough real estate section, I won’t go on about how stupid the prices of homes has gotten. So buying a house in England, unless I was loaded, unfortunately will sit on “what’s not” list.

Because I generally like to end my blogs with a positive note, picture this for a second (this is obviously for all of my female readers so sorry guys)....tattoo on the right shoulder, wash board abs, sandy blonde hair......