I stayed in to work as I was running rather behind and the Gentleman Friend went off for what seems to have been a very muddy stroll as it was cold, grey, raining, miserable. In the evening we went out for dinner to a mediocre pizza, sitting at the bar where American football was playing. I have been to two major American football matches and still don’t understand a jot of the sport. The bartender was very peculiar, but so was the one last night when we also sat at the bar – perhaps a shtick? Not to my taste, really.
We took a very looping way in the dark, through streets and parks and past a monument to the many who died building the Rideau Canal (what a thing to die for), and past dark, silent yachts. We came out on Tragically Hip Way, a good streetname if I ever saw one. Tomorrow we leave for Toronto. The final stop before our journey’s end.