Today marks my first day back at the office, after close to 3 weeks off. I can't really say that it's been all fun and games. There were some good time, there were some truly bad ones. The only thing I can really say is that I'm going to enjoy a bit of routine for the next little while and it will only do me good.
Katy, her parents and I spent 12 days in Canada: 3 in Montreal, the rest at my parents' place. I won't go into all of the gory details, because it involves a fair bit of drama and I can't be bothered to write it all down now. The highlights include:
– Salon des Metiers d'Arts in Montreal
– Brunch at Eggspectation
– Weinstein & Gavinos with Sara
– Sushi at Bishoku Montreal with Michel and Isabelle
– Lots of very good mom-cooked food
– Food poisoning, closely followed by putting my back out while puking at the Museum of Civilization
– Spending quality time with the 'rents
– The little yellow dog and the big dumb one who violated Katy
– Sushi at Kinki followed by beavertails during a much-needed day out in Ottawa
– SNOW!
My unfortunate bout of food poisoning unfortunately derailed our plans to pamper ourselves at the Casino Hilton, but I've promised to make it up to Katy when next we go to Londondinium.
Katy's parents had a blast, which was good and I think mine did as well, which is also good. Katy's cold/chest infection made her feel miserable for a good part of it, but she did her best to not let it show – even though she was really feeling rough at times :( I did my best to keep her in good food and good spirits (and throwing in a few movies here and there).
The flights on either way were uneventful. Groundhog Day was playing on the return flight. I love the suicide scenes :) Made me giggle, anyway. We were dead tired the day we came back to the UK and it was a loooooooooooooooong day. By the time we managed to stretch the day out to 9pm, we'd been up for about 37 hours with only about an hour of interrupted sleep. Harsh. We had to prod and poke each other to keep awake until it was late enough to go to bed on UK time – otherwise jet lag would have been an even bigger bitch.
Jan 1st was a pretty slow day. Stu came over to the in-law's house for the big dinner and we had a generally fun day catching him up about the trip.
Jan 2nd was the day we drove up to Worksop to pick up Irina, our new toxic waste kitten. I'll write more on her later on.