I'm in Reykjavik airport, en route back to Blighty. The o.oooo5% of the mission that remained to be accomplished was completed about 10 hours ago and all that now remains is for the house to be sold. I resolved my emotional crises about leaving Canada (again) by indulging in some great mountain bike riding and some shopping therapy.
Expectations for the house are high . It is now entirely painted in builder's beige, with some moss accents, but still fails to look bland. In fact if I was in the market for a house in Halifax, I'd buy it and paint it orange, yellow, bright green and blue. Our realtor thinks that the house has got "good bones" (?). Minchley, the polydactyl cat, thinks the house has got good treats inside and we all know that its capable of having some great barbeques, so it should not be long before we get a good price for the place.
I decided not to kidnap Grasshopper's bunny rabbit, even after a night of outrageous cuteness, during which she nibbled my toes, snuffled my nose and hippedy-hopped all over my bed in a very floppy eared manner.
Joey Mac was right after all.