Hopelessly unemployed
Funny what sort of thing the press considers as important. This week, there’s chatter about a young woman from California who had some minor success on TV. Never watched the program; can’t judge her on her abilities. Anyhow, at some point, she was visiting Toronto and met a young man. They were married, had a son and moved home to England, because he has family over there.
There seems to have been some friction between the couple and the in-laws. Now, word is out that they want to move to Canada. She is unemployed, and he has never had a real job (or a real name, but that’s for the next paragraph). Normally, we require immigrants to have work skills. And, oddly, the couple hasn’t shown any desire to be treated as refugees.
Oh, right; his name. It’s a family thing, apparently, where one of the family gets a name and a number, and all the others get free money for being related. This young man doesn’t get a number unless a bunch of other relatives die unexpectedly (there are five ahead of him in the “ranks”). And the family sets all sorts of strange rules about virtually everything; the idea that the couple might move to Canada has his grandmother throwing a snit. I mean, grandparents are important, but MY grannie set no rules about anything in my life, other than not adding too much brown sugar to my porridge when I visited.
I wish the young couple (and their child), the best of everything, but perhaps this whim to move to Canada is just a fantasy. I mean, what would he do? Cut ribbons, from time to time?
