Amanhã é o dia em que Mr. Chris, também conhecido como MonkeyMan, vai finalmente voltar para a Inglaterra. Como ele disse uma vez que adorou ter tido seus quinze minutos de fama no meu blog, este post é para torná-lo então uma celebridade. Desculpem-me aos que não lêem inglês, mas não vou traduzir senão o post vai ficar imenso e também o google pode fazer isso para quem realmente fizer questão de ler nosso byebye ao Chris.
Tomorrow is the day when Mr. Chris, also known as MonkeyMan, is going back to England for good. He once told me that he enjoyed his fifteen minutes of fame in my blog, so this post is dedicated to make him a celebrity.
I still remember so well of his first day here. We went to the Ginelli’s restaurant (or “Umpa’s” as we call it because that place has nothing Italian whatsoever) and I asked him when he was planning to go back to England. He replied: “Tomorrow if I could. But I’m staying for two weeks.” Well, he stayed for a month and went through a fire, a breakdown, client’s tantrums and thousand of others miseries. A real survivor.
But let’s not forget that for days and days I was a poor victim of all toothpicks, bottle caps, paper airplanes, wet wipes and mint sweets thrown at me merciless by this gentleman. Not to mention my blindness caused by the water & lemon war, and also my injuries from the endless pushes and falls.
He is the one who made my own presence in Middelburg possible when Mr.M told him about the loss we’ve been through, just before this trip. Although I was hugely grateful for him in the beginning now I’m not sure if I should prosecute him for human cruelty. But it’s not Chris’ fault that Middelburg is like this, so I want to say a BIG THANK YOU for helping us when we most needed.
Now let’s get serious for a change.
Chris, I don’t think we need to tell you this but in case you are too slow to figure it out I want you to know that it was really great to have you with us during all those rough weeks. Martin and me truly enjoyed getting to know you better and getting on your nerves too. We’ll miss the little silly things we used to do together, but we won’t miss you knocking at our door at five in the morning and neither we’ll miss you singing Another Brick in the Wall at the King’s Head pub.
We wish you a good and safe journey back home and a wonderful return to your sweet beautiful family.
Cheers good old Chris!
Márcia & Martin