Staying local

Owing to a combination of me feeling like a ton of bricks had been resting on my chest all night, together with a tap being turned on inside my nose, and T&D's children needing a combination of lifts and pick ups at different times, we stayed local today. During a nip to the local pharmacy to stock up on drugs, I spotted this sign which obviously indicated the rotten state of the Canadian education system if spelling is owt to go by. They managed unlicensed, why the f**k could they not manage the correct plural of bus??!

So then on to Port Credit where we enjoyed a healthy and casual lunch courtesy of the Burrito Boys, and I had a mosey down the high street where I indulged in a frozen yogurt (sold by weight - oops) and came across a shop called The Birds & the Bees. Having noted that they appeared to have a fine selection of inexpensive scarves (the one essential accessory I forgot to pack), I ventured in, to be greeted with a friendly hello by a smart and matronly lady shopkeeper. As I forayed deeper into the shop past the jewellery, hats and tights, I came across the reason for the shop's coy name. Ann Summers had nothing on the selection of toys, novelties and undergarments which formed the bulk of the merchandise, and since I was neither intoxicated nor on the hunt for an inflatable willy, cock ring or crotchless panties, I hastily chose a scarf and hurried to the cash desk, only to be confronted by packets of cock and balls-shaped mints as I handed over my money. Who'd have thunk it eh?

A little walk and then back to base, where while Toni went shopping I enjoyed a little quiet time by the pool (not quite warm enough for a swim though)

(And yes, I know I have very short toes, which cause me endless embarrassment in yoga classes when the instructor decides it's time for a little toe yoga - yes, there is such a thing - because I can't cross them). I wasn't entirely alone though  - was joined by this little chipmunk who attempted to dive into my mug to retrieve the dregs of my tea.

Headed out with T&D for dinner to a local pub and having an early night in the hope that I may wake up tomorrow feeling vaguely human once more as Toni and I set off for the first leg of our trip. We're heading for Prince Edward county, and the plan is a winery for lunch because I feel duty calls me to check the standard of the local Pinot Noir. 

We'll be staying somewhere called the Owl's Nest where I suspect our bed and breakfast will be organic and hand-knitted, and as there's no internet connection I may have to give this a rest til we hit the Montreal metropolis on Sunday night. Pray for the safety of those on Canada's highways if Toni allows me the opportunity to take my turn at driving...