rain, torrential rain, then more rain. Temp? who cares.
Actually I did venture out around the pond - now overflowing its banks - with the dogs. Squelched around in my big rubber boots. A great look I don't care who you are. Besides that, spent the day sipping cappucino, eating orange biscotti and editing book 5.
It feels SO great to be home!!!
Drive back from Toronto yesterday was easy. Weather good, which makes a huge difference in a 7 hour drive. Michael got the worst part - just getting out of Toronto.
At some stage we stopped for gas and Tim Horton's double double coffee and a large box of Timbits. I think it's a law in Canada - you must do up your seatbelt and have an open box of Timbits. And a double, double, of course. Or you get fined.
Michael noticed halfway home, as I popped the mini-doughnuts into my mouth (they're actually the holes in the doughnuts - ingenius) that the Penny mouth seems genetically designed for this purpose. To survive endless hours on Canadian highways, lurching from Tim Hortons to Tim Hortons. And I think he's right. Generations of genetic selection brought the Pennys to this point of perfection.
Michael - being handicapped with an elegant little Whitehead mouth - was at a disadvantage and had to actually bite into the Timbits instead of eating them whole. He'd never survive long without me. This is definitely Darwinism at it's best. Survival of the fattest.
We only do the double double fiascos on the highway between Montreal and Toronto. Makes it almost pleasant. Until I realize I've gone one Timbit over the line, sweet Jesus. Then it's less pleasant.
Gary's been busy and the new TV room's almost finished. TV etc arrives tomorrow - we hope. Oddly, so does our friend Susan. This might not be a co-incidence. She's staying at the guest cottage. If it ever stops raining we'll do steak on the BBQ for dinner tomorrow.
Then - 4 people coming out from MORE Magazine for a photo shoot. 4! I wonder how bad a shape they think I'm in that they need 4 people just to make me presentable. Though they might have heard about the Timbits and rubber boots.
Speak to you tomorrow, if we haven't sunk into the mud.