Victoria day (whoooooooo?) 19th May 2008

As it was an official public holiday, we felt that it would be rude to do any work whatsoever. Well you have to respect the culture, don't you? Instead, in homage to Canadian culture, we re-visited China town - the scene of one of our previous misdemeanours (we checked the lift but no trace of the old lady was found; only the walking stick remained - so we got away with that one...)

Armed with local knowledge (otherwise known as Iain Bailey, so suspicion should have been instantly aroused), we sought out the best Chinese restaurant in town. Unfortunately, we ended up at ‘Wok You Lookin’ At’, (well, it would have been called that if it was in Preston), where the tables were covered in 25-deep white plastic table clothes, (no re-cycling necessary) and the waitress asked us twice whether we really wanted to order ‘2’ of the beef chow mein, before arriving at the table with what can only be described as half a cow. Not to everyone’s taste, but yum anyway!

After wrestling with the longest noodles known to man, we speedily returned to the apartment to prepare ourselves for the highlight of the Canadian calendar – the fireworks on the beach of Lake Ontario. After a good feed and raiding Elizabeth’s wardrobe for warm clothes (travelling more than 10 miles from Preston, we assumed that we only need bring vest tops, flip-flops and factor 30), we left to catch the bus. Just as Elaine was getting used to the stares that skinny jeans and clown-scale shoes (Elizabeth’s size 8s on her size 6 feet) were receiving from fellow bus passengers, and Robina's and Rebecca’s excitement had reached fever pitch, the fireworks climaxed in a display that was almost visible from the steamy bus windows. It was all over before we’d arrived and not for the first time.

Oh well, back to the Sportster bar on Coxwell where Rebecca sweet-talked her way to a Canadian pint glass , (she was having it any way).