We are investigating installing a rain harvesting water system. I figure that when it rains, which it is every day at the moment, when other people are moaning about the lack of sunshine, stuffing in vitamin D and eating oranges, we shall be smugly nodding as we think about the rain-harvest coming off our roof. After small periods of drought we will probably be celebrating mist and showers like a Caribbean carnival.
Off to Sydney today for a day out. Imagine: a day out. A day off the peninsula, a day at the malls, at Canadian Tire, the Bay, Walmart, the works, a day of food shopping. An 80 kilometer drive along the lake, with huge stretches of open water. Deborah does two loads of wash at Mary-Anne’s while I snooze in front of a giant TV watching one of Patrick’s movies with him. Wonderfully silly. Then off to Canadian Tire where we photograph the cashier who tells me she’s never been photoed at work before. I wonder why not?
And so to Ziggys, my final photo today, where we eat plates of battered things and French fries. Patrick eats 12 wings and fries and I was hoping I’d be able to vacuum up a couple of wings. Tampa Bay beats the Bruins and you know you’re in Canada when you drink Keiths in bottles and there's a restaurant across the road called DON CHERRYS.
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