I had a busy day on Friday and didn't end up getting to go grocery shopping when I'd intended. I considered putting it off 'til today, but the stores are always crowded on Saturdays and the Metro on the other side of Bank from me is a 24 hour store, so who cares if it's 22h30. This was my first mistake. My second was taking the back path through a, very small, bit of trees instead of going the long way around via Albion or Hunt Club.
On my way back I met two kids who decided that the skinny nerd in the funny hat would give up his wallet if they talked loud and mean and threw a few punches. This was their mistake. I ended up with a gash in my eyebrow where my glasses cut me after I got punched the second or third time and few bruises on my face. They got a kick to the groin, a punch to the face and were picked up by the cops before I'd finished writing out my statement, my wallet never having left my pocket.
Still had a bit of a bad night, but things picked up this morning when, before I went to the police station to get photos taken and meet the detective in charge of the case, I took a quick look around the area where I'd been jumped and found my glasses, which I'd given up for lost, completely undamaged.
Other than that, today I learned that the Elgin St. Diner has some very nice variations on the club sandwich and the Canadian Museum of Natural History is well worth the entrance fee. Also, the Queen's Lantern is a nice bit of architecture and plesiosaurs are not something I'd have wanted to meet while swimming.
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Another tradition is to soak the pudding in brandy and then set fire to it.
One year we couldn't find any brandy so we used whisky. This produced a
flame which scorched the ceiling above the table.
-- Edward Pierce in the Monastery
On my way back I met two kids who decided that the skinny nerd in the funny hat would give up his wallet if they talked loud and mean and threw a few punches. This was their mistake. I ended up with a gash in my eyebrow where my glasses cut me after I got punched the second or third time and few bruises on my face. They got a kick to the groin, a punch to the face and were picked up by the cops before I'd finished writing out my statement, my wallet never having left my pocket.
Still had a bit of a bad night, but things picked up this morning when, before I went to the police station to get photos taken and meet the detective in charge of the case, I took a quick look around the area where I'd been jumped and found my glasses, which I'd given up for lost, completely undamaged.
Other than that, today I learned that the Elgin St. Diner has some very nice variations on the club sandwich and the Canadian Museum of Natural History is well worth the entrance fee. Also, the Queen's Lantern is a nice bit of architecture and plesiosaurs are not something I'd have wanted to meet while swimming.
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Another tradition is to soak the pudding in brandy and then set fire to it.
One year we couldn't find any brandy so we used whisky. This produced a
flame which scorched the ceiling above the table.
-- Edward Pierce in the Monastery