Giving – Surrey Canada
I like golf. I Love assembling flat pack wardrobes. One of those statements is true. One is not. More about that later
I like golf. I Love assembling flat pack wardrobes. One of those statements is true. One is not. More about that later
Today is one off those days when it just feels great to be alive. The sun is shining and they’re predicting a maximum of at least 7C.
I don’t understand Halloween. It’s really big here in Canada, probably reflecting their symbiotic love/hate relationship with their southern neighbours.
There are some advantages to visiting the same place often – like having Bob the border guard greet us by name as he glances at our passports and tells me that his cold is now much better
Hi all. I’ve been asked to kick off the blog again, even though this trip is all about being with Kirsty for the birth of baby XX. I can’t promise a blog every day, but here’s a summary of our first few days for those who are interested.
We must have been starved for good songs back in the early 70’s. I remember, like many others, singing along to “♪L A International Airport – where the big jet engines roar ♪..”. It always sounded so glamorous, all that stuff about silver wings and friendly skies. Well, the good news is that LAX is much the same today as it was when the song took the world by storm in 1971. The bad news is – well – the same as the good news.
It’s our last day in Canada. It’s Saturday, the sun is shining and the day promises to be hot again. Our flight isn’t until late afternoon so we haven’t actually started packing yet – plenty of time for that later.
I like breakfast. It’s our antepenultimate morning (you know, the one before the one before the last one) in Canada so maybe it’s time for something exciting! I’m thinking about the maple breakfast Panini I’ve seen advertised at Tim Horton’s.
I always have trouble with tipping. Not trouble with the concept …no, my trouble is knowing when to tip and how much.
It’s hot. Not the heat of an Australian summer, where the sun scorches your skin in an instant and the pavement melts and sticks to your shoes. It’s the kind of heat that creeps around and makes everything stick and cling in all the wrong places.