I Still Miss Someone

Bonjour, eh? I'm back in Ontario. That's in Canada if you were wondering! So far it has been a blast. Well as far as Ontario's reputation goes for blast events that is. I stayed in Toronto for a couple of days, became reacquainted with the loathesome taste of dill pickle chips and sampled the night life of the capital. It was both boring AND interesting. Montreal and Vancouver traditionally have the party city labels (sorry Halifax, you didn't make the cut) while Toronto has the stern, business mentality of a 40 something executive. Still, when the sun goes down, the weirdness slowly creeps out of the flimsy cardboard box which restrains it. In the space of thirty minutes, I observed one gentleman attempting to derail a train, and another man trying to coax a dog to ride a bike. Both were met with extreme failure. Oh my. Still while I was out with my good friend Rick Danger (merely a nom de l'été!) we seemed to have quite a bit of fun and he helped me catch up on the doings of summer.

However, my intrepid and valued reader, the title of this post is I Still Miss Someone, not Some Place or Somewhere. Yes, that tyrannical feeling of loneliness has set in again. I could use all the appropriate words in all the languages in the World but it still wouldn't cover 1% of how I feel about her. I realise it seems completely selfish that I'm whining about how I miss my girlfriend when there's so much trouble in the world but I'd by lying if I said I could keep my feelings contained. This truly feels like the lowest I can go. Real low, man.

That being said I am back up in the Muskoka region working for my ticket out of Canada. It's all part of the master plan, you see. If I play my cards right I should be back in the UK for some part of December or early January. Then I'll be straight back in to working so I can travel Europe. I'm not sure if all or any of my friends are aware of this but I never actually set foot on the continent of Europe. The closest I managed was Brighton which is about 118km (73 miles). Couldn't even wave hello to France. So that will be a secondary little mission to achieve when I go 'home'. Strange as I never thought I'd call England home. It's a home as much as a place to keep my things. So I guess it's a house. Peter Allen was mostly correct. No matter how far or how wide I roam... I really still do call Australia home.

Oh, Johnny.

Now that syrupy portion of patriotism is out of the way, I feel I should give you all a reward for sticking through this long. According to blog stats there’s a couple of hits from Russia and Latvia. That amuses me greatly as I was trying to think why they might view my blog at all? Then it struck that I didn’t really care. A hit, for me, is a hit. I didn’t really think I’d become obsessed with people visit but I guess I am. Tell your friends, tell your family! Tell your deaf pets! So to this reward… you can figure to be a reward or punishment; whatever your fancy in music is! Just click on the picture to the left! You have only three guesses as to what this present might be! I'm quivering in anticipation!

But once again, brave readers, I must depart for greener grasses! It is raining and I fancy taking some pictures. I would have taken some earlier where it for lack of nice light. Oooh, look at me. Talking like a photographer. Very close by I can smell freshly cut wood and it's making me want to eat raisin bran. Off I go to take pictures and eat raisin bran! Until next time!

Cameron.