Milk Done Right
Growing up milk always came in plastic, 1 litre bags. You'd get three bags in a pack and there were always packs that had been ravaged because people wanted to just buy a litre. There was sometimes the option to buy 1 and 2 litre cartons, but the good people wanted their milk in a bag, the way it's meant to be.
It wasn't until I think the 90s that at least P.E.I. had plastic milk jugs. What a novelty. Now I have milk packaging novelty in reverse. Yesterday my housemate and I went off to Sainsburys to pick up some food. Near the dairy section I saw something that literally made me clap and jump up and down. It was milk... in bags! And fancy pitchers! Into the cart they went. I was so excited that some lady even approached me to give me a business card for her eco-packaging business. Oh dear.
Anyhoo, let's have a look at milk bags, UK 21st century style...
Milk bag - check. Fancy pitcher - check. This one not only holds the milk bag, but also punctures it and has a lid. I'm much more used to these sort of old school pitchers. We had a yellow one at our house and my grandparents had an orange one. The bag was left exposed and you had to either cut the bag with scissors or with one of these clip snipper things.
Moving right along with the photo exposé.
The bag is secured into zee jug.
All Provinces Accounted For
Huzah! The Canadian embassy has finally sorted out that situation I flagged up (ah ha!) a few weeks ago. Gone is the surplus New Brunswick flag and the P.E.I. flag is back in place. Congratulations Prince Edward Island on joining Canada again. It didn't even take a massive debt caused by building a railway this time around.
P.E.I. Still Exists, Right?
I know I haven't been there for a while, but I'm pretty sure Prince Edward Island isn't A) now it's own sovereign nation separate from Canada or B) a part of New Brunswick and/or adopted the N.B. flag.
Then why on Earth for the past two weeks has Canada House, the Canadian embassy in Trafalgar Square, been sporting two New Brunswick flags and no P.E.I. flag?
I walked by weekend before last and stopped in my tracks thinking something didn't look quite right. In the place of P.E.I.'s flag was a bright new New Brunswick flag. However, a few flags down was the old faded New Brunswick flag. No 'Oiland' flag to be seen. Now I'll never be accused of being overtly pro-P.E.I. but c'mon. This is the embassy, surely someone noticed that?
Apparently not. I walked by again this past weekend and the flag situation was exactly the same.
Apologies for the crappy snap, I was in a rush. But you can see see there's no change from the first photo. Harumph! Maybe someone should tap them on the shoulder and let them know. Perhaps I'll leave a post-it note on the doors next time I'm by.
My Twist on Homesick
It's been an odd week for me. It's been on of a slight desire to have some of the familiar, Canadian things and culture. I usually don't miss PEI per se, but just aspects of my old life. That and the odd craving for food that doesn't make it to these British shores. Last week I was working with a company back in PEI who had a poorly Mac server. It was such a breath of fresh air to talk someone so laid back about IT compared to the usually high strung companies here. That triggered a longing for laid back-ness that can be rare here, at least from my experience.
Not everyone, but a lot of people here make themselves so busy to the point where having fun and relaxing are scheduled. Something I always just shook my head at as an "oh those English" thing was people having diaries out of the need to schedule all this stuff and having to refer to it to do anything. This week I find that annoying me more than charming. Where's the room for just spontaneously doing something silly and fun? I'm sure I'll get over it, it's just how my mind is working this week.
The odd thing is that I still love the fast paced nature of London especially. It just wouldn't be the same without the mad dash to catch trains and buses and walking down the street weaving in and out of the human traffic. And it still can bug me how slow people usually move on the pavements in Cambridge, but somehow that all feels different. It's just the general, non-high-strung attitude that I'm missing.
So there we are. It's taken two and half years but I think I'm having my first bit of proper culture shock. It will most likely pass, but not completely. Not until I can get some Honeycomb cereal and blueberry Eggo waffles
Mapping The New World
Tonight I finally got around to clearing off my GPS nav in preparation for a weekend in London. On it were a couple of tracks from the colonies... a drive out to Stanhope to visit m'colleague Pat at his campsite and the trek from Charlottetown to Halifax for my flight back to the UK. As a side note, I was rather lucky to get back to the UK. I flew via Zoom three days before they closed up shop.
First up, the north shore of P.E.I. were there were some fantastic waves for splooshing in...
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And then a four hour drive to Halifax for Arby's and some brief site seeing before going to the airport. My batteries died while in Halifax so the drive back out to the airport isn't included. You know, in case you were thinking "that's crazy talk, that track goes past the airport, but doesn't go back to the airport!". So there we are.
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