A beautiful full moon last night, signalling the end of the summer. Apparently the last day of summer is officially 22nd September i.e. today. How fitting that I start working tomorrow!
I took a walk around the block this evening and savoured the setting sun with the distinct feeling that it was making one last stellar appearance before heading to Antigua for the winter.
We had been searching all over Toronto for a nice spot with an outdoor beer garden where we could enjoy a drink in the sun. Our problem to date has been that due to the huge number of high rises most pubs are in shadow. Bobbi was on her way home after a successful day interviewing and spotted the perfect spot- an Irish bar called Mullins with a smallish but sunny outdoors. Better than that it had bulmers (magners) with big glasses of ice. I was just on my way out the door to join the library for the 7th failed day in a row when the call came in.
'I found it! Get your ass down here.'
So, whats a girl to do? I was changed and hoofing it up Bay street in a flash receiving troubling texts from Bobbi along the lines of
'Your drink is melting'
'The sun's nearly gone'
Horrific news, I quickened my pass and made it in enough time to feel the sun on my face for half an hour and drink a most amazing chilled cider. We could have been sitting outside Ryan's!
Although in saying that, Ryan's sun corner can be a liability. Bobbi, Stef and I once all bumped into each other down in Sandymount Village and since it was a rare event and the sun was shining we decided to have a quick bulmers 'sure the seats are free, it's a sign' and stayed as long as the sunshine did which proved to be quite a while!
Normally when you randomly bump into someone in the village it's because they are shopping. On this particular day I was just getting a few bits, as was Stef, but Bobs had just done a pretty major shop. This shopping included some chicken breasts. Every half an hour or so, as the shoulder straps were pulled down to prevent an uneven tan and the crisps became a given in each round, Bobbi would query if we thought the chicken would be OK.
'Of course!' we chorused.
Nobody wanted the evening broken up by a pair of chats!
Later that evening we all meandered home with our wilted shopping and ruddy faces.
The next day Bobbi cooked and ate a lovely chicken curry and was sick as a dog within twenty mins!!! So be wary of that Ryan's perch. At least ask the barman, along with the glasses of ice, for a bag of ice to store the raw meat!
We landed home feeling a bit merry ourselves last night and were struck by the sight of a glowing moon, the glittering lights of the city below and a lightning storm over to our right. So we plonked ourselves down outside, brought some tunes and half a glass of bulmers each and sat just enjoying the view.
We haven't been out on the balcony much of late due to a horrifying infestation of tiny flies, that are swarming and resting on our patio windows. You get up in the morning, look out the window and think it's overcast but actually it's just a cloud of flies. So during the day it's dangerous not to mention absolutely stomach churning to go out and admire the view. We are working up the courage to tell management about it! They do go away at night and that's become our only chance to head out there!
We are waiting on our new sofa bed to arrive at the moment...it's very exciting because it means we don't have to sit on the floor anymore, or the hard bar stools! Also it signals the end of Bobbi and I's marital bed! Supposedly we were meant to 'book' the lift for the flat pack delivery of the bed....bloody land of rules!
On a side note, I got engrossed in 'The Girl with The Dragon Tatoo' this afternoon, was a slow starter but suddenly kicked in halfway through and now I'm chomping at the bit to go and finish it. Maybe once I've finished it I'll be prompted to FINALLY make it to the library!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Sunday night blues
We all hate Sunday evenings, mainly because it signals the end of the weekend and a Monday morning to follow, but when you aren't working Sunday nights feel indiscriminately fun.
The only problem being that the rest of the world is moving on with the week and you are still awake peppering with enthusiasm and all your Sunday evening BBQ guests have left and you just plain aren't sleepy and you'd kill to be but there you are sitting watching horrific North American TV and missing your man. Because it's easy to fall asleep when the person beside you is comfy and dreaming and you suddenly want to be there too.
But you have corn on the cob, nice herb flavoured sausages from the Saturday food market in St Lawrence Market, some red wine, a few games of pool, some music, some chats but everyone had to head home and now what? Normal life I would have fallen asleep in seconds as is my usual want on a Sunday evening = sleep!
So all I can say is I hope I'm not an insomniac for the rest of my days but it's certainly an eye-opener to a world I never was a part of before, being an avid sleeper in my previous life. Another issue is the bloody teeth grinding, I just can't help it and when I wake up in the morning my teeth are sharpened inside my mouth from a fitful sleep littered with bruxism, but the mouth guard is shortly to be delivered and should be just the ticket.
The only problem being that the rest of the world is moving on with the week and you are still awake peppering with enthusiasm and all your Sunday evening BBQ guests have left and you just plain aren't sleepy and you'd kill to be but there you are sitting watching horrific North American TV and missing your man. Because it's easy to fall asleep when the person beside you is comfy and dreaming and you suddenly want to be there too.
But you have corn on the cob, nice herb flavoured sausages from the Saturday food market in St Lawrence Market, some red wine, a few games of pool, some music, some chats but everyone had to head home and now what? Normal life I would have fallen asleep in seconds as is my usual want on a Sunday evening = sleep!
So all I can say is I hope I'm not an insomniac for the rest of my days but it's certainly an eye-opener to a world I never was a part of before, being an avid sleeper in my previous life. Another issue is the bloody teeth grinding, I just can't help it and when I wake up in the morning my teeth are sharpened inside my mouth from a fitful sleep littered with bruxism, but the mouth guard is shortly to be delivered and should be just the ticket.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Sure we're only having the craic.
Ah Brian, You're a holy disgrace.
He always looked like a gibbering booze-hound but I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he had some reasonable intelligence or mental capacity but alas in this case appearances are not deceiving. He really is as thick as he looks! So the county's in safe hands then.
So here's a little ditty that really summed it up........
He always looked like a gibbering booze-hound but I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he had some reasonable intelligence or mental capacity but alas in this case appearances are not deceiving. He really is as thick as he looks! So the county's in safe hands then.
So here's a little ditty that really summed it up........
Dermot and Dave 98FM Brian Cowen Drunk Taoiseach Ireland Hangover
Monday, September 13, 2010
Office Hours and the end of the leaving cert holiday in Magaluf. Note to mention feet!
All good things come to an end and when that good thing is living like a queen, without one of those annoying job thingys to fund it, it never lasts very long.
So. The party is over, for now anyway. We had to call an end to our leaving cert holiday early which is realistic enough as we ran out of money and are exhausted from the endless sessions! This week we are moonlighting as adults and are putting in proper office hours (well nearly) and getting serious about the job of getting a job.
It was OK. I suppose almost a nice change to wake up early, eat breakfast and do something beyond eat,drink,walk,sing, be merry! but I miss the easy life already. When Anna's alarm went off at 1pm yesterday afternoon we couldn't help laughing that it was now standard to set one's alarm for 1pm in case you were still asleep! Most people have half a days work done at that stage!
Winter is coming however and soon we will locked into our icy palace up on the 28th floor unable to party beyond the walls of our tiny home! As the minus 30 winds swirl around the tower and sleet and snow batter any pedestrians mad enough to venture out, we will be hibernating with haunted expressions. Wondering what in the name of St Patrick led us to this god-forsaken cold land. Lucky duck Mr Kelly will be chilling in the Aussie sun while we fight for our lives amid extreme cold!
Now, not to blow our own trumpets or anything but as certified first aiders...we will be on the lookout for the warning signs of stage one frost nip, followed by frost bite and eventual hypothermia. So as soon as I attempt to go outside and I start to notice my fingers are white and 'waxy' looking I will turn back and continue with my new career as a part-time blogger ...aka 'dickhead' (see youtube vid) and wait until spring to re-emerge.
So. The party is over, for now anyway. We had to call an end to our leaving cert holiday early which is realistic enough as we ran out of money and are exhausted from the endless sessions! This week we are moonlighting as adults and are putting in proper office hours (well nearly) and getting serious about the job of getting a job.
It was OK. I suppose almost a nice change to wake up early, eat breakfast and do something beyond eat,drink,walk,sing, be merry! but I miss the easy life already. When Anna's alarm went off at 1pm yesterday afternoon we couldn't help laughing that it was now standard to set one's alarm for 1pm in case you were still asleep! Most people have half a days work done at that stage!
Winter is coming however and soon we will locked into our icy palace up on the 28th floor unable to party beyond the walls of our tiny home! As the minus 30 winds swirl around the tower and sleet and snow batter any pedestrians mad enough to venture out, we will be hibernating with haunted expressions. Wondering what in the name of St Patrick led us to this god-forsaken cold land. Lucky duck Mr Kelly will be chilling in the Aussie sun while we fight for our lives amid extreme cold!
Now, not to blow our own trumpets or anything but as certified first aiders...we will be on the lookout for the warning signs of stage one frost nip, followed by frost bite and eventual hypothermia. So as soon as I attempt to go outside and I start to notice my fingers are white and 'waxy' looking I will turn back and continue with my new career as a part-time blogger ...aka 'dickhead' (see youtube vid) and wait until spring to re-emerge.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVmmYMwFj1I
We have only one comfy chair here in the Twev-bob headquarters and it's a little hard on the ole back after a couple of hours. I've heard that a flat hard surface an help with back problems, which is great news since we have no couch yet either so you can either get home first and have the sole chair or perch atop a high plastic stool or my preferred option- sit on the floorboards. Since we are now a no-shoes household it's not so bad. Who would have ever thought I would be a shoes off host. I hate these people!
Picture the scenario....
You're busy, with whatever- work, study etc....and you have no time to do the maintenance jobs to be a lady- e.g. updating your pedicure, scrubbing peeling heels etc in addition to this you are due a few loads of washing to go on. You are invited for dinner somewhere and race home, quick shower, get changed- it's winter you wear boots. No clean matching socks, feck it who's going to see them anyway?
You grab your brothers, boyfriends, old school hockey socks, make a quick introduction and throw whichever first two come into your path.
You pay a fortune in SPAR for a rotten warm white wine that tastes like fish in spite of it's 16.99 euro price tag and after queuing for days you're running even later so you jump in a taxi but are still almost half an hour late when you arrive at the house. You're host is a good friend but the kind of person who somehow always manages to get her washing and foot care done despite being incredibly busy, so when you clump in she gracefully nods towards the dreaded 'shoe pile'. 'If you don't mind?' You suddenly remember your horribly ill matched socks and console yourself with the fact most people seem to be in their bare feet but as you in the process of greeting everybody and discreetly peeling off the offending garments you remember whats under them...you're hobbit-like feet. Shite is the only word you could utter.
So you roll the socks back on amid curious glances from the already seated and french manicured toed (in the middle of winter...i mean come on!) guests. And mumble something about hearing odd-socks are really on-trend at the moment.
So that's why I hate no-shoes houses- they assume everyone is preened and prepared for a communal foot stripping. It's going to be an interesting year living on the dark side, but when your home is four square feet you have to try and limit the dirt traffic. I do however promise to have a wealthy supply of socks and slippers for guests like myself who really are just rot bags!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
it's ok I'm a first aider....
Anna, Hannah, Bobbi and I did the first day of a two course in First Aid and CPR today. It was quite challenging actually but interesting and got us up and out of bed before 8am for the first time since....well since we arrived!
I really feel it will come in handy. Especially after seeing the infamous 'pit' over at the girls new place. Anna was not exaggerating when she described it as a deadly pit capable of serious injury. As you step out of their back door to your immediate right there is a cavernous hole well I think it was once a set of stone steps leading down into the serial killers now abandoned secret slaughter room where he would fillet his victims like cod. Now it's just boarded up, you can't access it from the pit, the falling apart doors seem to be boarded up and the only other way in is.....
The only other way into the killer's old haunt is just beside the girls sole bathroom, which did i mention is in the basement! All by itself. Now I am a weed at the best of times but even nerves of steel anna admitted it's a little freaky down there at night. Not that you would know if it's night or not down there since it is pitch dark 24 hours a day. The locked up storage room has a window in the door but does not appear to have any windows. So picture the scene, it might be a little familiar, i.e. every horror film you have ever seen....
A group of girls are 'partying' well a few bottles of corona and lime watching CSI on their first night in the new palce and one of them stands up, 'be back in a second'. She walks down the hallway, opens a door into another hallway, then opens a little wooden door and stares down into the black abyss at the bottom of the creaky wooden stairs. She flicks the old light switch and descends. The door creaks shut behind her, she can't see around the corner at the foot of the stairs so she walks slowly, but quickly too if that's possible, because she wants to get this over with.
As she turns the corner she sees an old dusty door. She can just about see through the window pane, the large room is filled with boxes and dark looking shapes that are probably old furniture pieces covered in drapes. She feels a jitter pass through her but continues along the low ceilinged narrow corridor with stark flurorescent light strips. She reaches the safety of the dunny. Her chest tight with fear she flicks on the bathroom light. But wait there are 2 switches. One for the bathroom, the other to turn off the basement light. Guess which one she picked? Complete and utter darkness. Complete and utter terror. She grapsed around in the black and managed to locate the right one and threw herself into the low cramped wash room.
But then...2 mins later. Great! she had made it down but after doing the business she still faced the return trip back.
One can only wonder why on earth there is a need for a second light switch downstairs since there are absolutely no windows and it's permanently dark. When would the situation ever arise when somebody was down there and thought I'd really prefer if it was pitch black down here. I can think of a number of people who would request such a light switch be installed and I'm sorry to say there are all of murderous intent.
So anyway back to our victim...
She stands there for a number of minutes weighing up her options. Her phone has no coverage, her friends would never hear her screams and the longer she stays in there the more time the creature from the pit has to sharpen his teeth. So she reefs open the door and sprints like nobody ever has. Increasing to the speed of light as she passes the dungeon door. She hits the stairs runnning and arrives back to life and liberty breathless but triumphant. As the evening went on you could hear each visitor to the bathroom charging up those basement steps like linford christie after a cocktail of skittles and 7up.
They were all doing fine, the first night in a pretty terrifying house where the 'unoccupied' upstairs pattered with footsteps and voices, and everybody was doing pretty good.
Until the lights went out.
2.30 am
Black.
Horrific.
Screams
Scrambles for phone and lighters.
A brief reassemble of senses..
'it's just the fuse box'
'Does anyone know what a fuse box is?'
'does anyone know where the fuse box is?'
Does anyone kow what to do with the fuse box when we find?'
No.
Well we better give it a go.
Breff and Hannah ventured into the back of the house to the kitchen where a rickety backdoor leads to the pit and the large dark open sheds at the end of the garden.
Their screams echoed through the house as they charged into the room where the other two sat in terror on the small single bed, all four jumped in together.
'What the fuck! What the fuck!' There's somebody at the back door!
Words can't really describe what they felt at that moment but I'm sure you can imagine so I'll leave it with you. They sat there for a few mins waiting for the crazed killer who had shut off the lights and was now coming to slay them, if not keep them imprisoned in the pit dungeon for a few years first. Plain and Simple.
Nobody came and they calmed down.
'Are you sure?'
Well not positive, but we thought we heard something'
mmmm maybe we're alright.
They lit a few tealights.
Breff had the good idea of poking her head out the front door to see if it was a blackout for the whole street or just this house. It was nearly 3 am so a bit tricky to ascertain since most peoples lights are out at that stage but as she craned her head around trying to look up and dawn the street she heard a noise. Just to add some extra drama and to shred the characters nerves the movie producers decided to cast a crazy drunk to appear spitting in the front garden. More screams, breff came racing back to the room. Lock all the doors she said.
Oh god.
And then, maybe god heard her because then the lights came back on. They dragged pillows and blankets and slept all together in the one room until the safety of dawn came.
Needless to say nobody needed the bathroom for the rest of the night.
I really feel it will come in handy. Especially after seeing the infamous 'pit' over at the girls new place. Anna was not exaggerating when she described it as a deadly pit capable of serious injury. As you step out of their back door to your immediate right there is a cavernous hole well I think it was once a set of stone steps leading down into the serial killers now abandoned secret slaughter room where he would fillet his victims like cod. Now it's just boarded up, you can't access it from the pit, the falling apart doors seem to be boarded up and the only other way in is.....
The only other way into the killer's old haunt is just beside the girls sole bathroom, which did i mention is in the basement! All by itself. Now I am a weed at the best of times but even nerves of steel anna admitted it's a little freaky down there at night. Not that you would know if it's night or not down there since it is pitch dark 24 hours a day. The locked up storage room has a window in the door but does not appear to have any windows. So picture the scene, it might be a little familiar, i.e. every horror film you have ever seen....
A group of girls are 'partying' well a few bottles of corona and lime watching CSI on their first night in the new palce and one of them stands up, 'be back in a second'. She walks down the hallway, opens a door into another hallway, then opens a little wooden door and stares down into the black abyss at the bottom of the creaky wooden stairs. She flicks the old light switch and descends. The door creaks shut behind her, she can't see around the corner at the foot of the stairs so she walks slowly, but quickly too if that's possible, because she wants to get this over with.
As she turns the corner she sees an old dusty door. She can just about see through the window pane, the large room is filled with boxes and dark looking shapes that are probably old furniture pieces covered in drapes. She feels a jitter pass through her but continues along the low ceilinged narrow corridor with stark flurorescent light strips. She reaches the safety of the dunny. Her chest tight with fear she flicks on the bathroom light. But wait there are 2 switches. One for the bathroom, the other to turn off the basement light. Guess which one she picked? Complete and utter darkness. Complete and utter terror. She grapsed around in the black and managed to locate the right one and threw herself into the low cramped wash room.
But then...2 mins later. Great! she had made it down but after doing the business she still faced the return trip back.
One can only wonder why on earth there is a need for a second light switch downstairs since there are absolutely no windows and it's permanently dark. When would the situation ever arise when somebody was down there and thought I'd really prefer if it was pitch black down here. I can think of a number of people who would request such a light switch be installed and I'm sorry to say there are all of murderous intent.
So anyway back to our victim...
She stands there for a number of minutes weighing up her options. Her phone has no coverage, her friends would never hear her screams and the longer she stays in there the more time the creature from the pit has to sharpen his teeth. So she reefs open the door and sprints like nobody ever has. Increasing to the speed of light as she passes the dungeon door. She hits the stairs runnning and arrives back to life and liberty breathless but triumphant. As the evening went on you could hear each visitor to the bathroom charging up those basement steps like linford christie after a cocktail of skittles and 7up.
They were all doing fine, the first night in a pretty terrifying house where the 'unoccupied' upstairs pattered with footsteps and voices, and everybody was doing pretty good.
Until the lights went out.
2.30 am
Black.
Horrific.
Screams
Scrambles for phone and lighters.
A brief reassemble of senses..
'it's just the fuse box'
'Does anyone know what a fuse box is?'
'does anyone know where the fuse box is?'
Does anyone kow what to do with the fuse box when we find?'
No.
Well we better give it a go.
Breff and Hannah ventured into the back of the house to the kitchen where a rickety backdoor leads to the pit and the large dark open sheds at the end of the garden.
Their screams echoed through the house as they charged into the room where the other two sat in terror on the small single bed, all four jumped in together.
'What the fuck! What the fuck!' There's somebody at the back door!
Words can't really describe what they felt at that moment but I'm sure you can imagine so I'll leave it with you. They sat there for a few mins waiting for the crazed killer who had shut off the lights and was now coming to slay them, if not keep them imprisoned in the pit dungeon for a few years first. Plain and Simple.
Nobody came and they calmed down.
'Are you sure?'
Well not positive, but we thought we heard something'
mmmm maybe we're alright.
They lit a few tealights.
Breff had the good idea of poking her head out the front door to see if it was a blackout for the whole street or just this house. It was nearly 3 am so a bit tricky to ascertain since most peoples lights are out at that stage but as she craned her head around trying to look up and dawn the street she heard a noise. Just to add some extra drama and to shred the characters nerves the movie producers decided to cast a crazy drunk to appear spitting in the front garden. More screams, breff came racing back to the room. Lock all the doors she said.
Oh god.
And then, maybe god heard her because then the lights came back on. They dragged pillows and blankets and slept all together in the one room until the safety of dawn came.
Needless to say nobody needed the bathroom for the rest of the night.
Friday, September 3, 2010
friday night date!
So I poured a glass of wine and he had a cold beer.
We both sat down, the sun was setting and we admired it but then he asked where is the sun?
Sorry I said, what do you mean? Well he said, where is it setting?
Can't you see it I asked?
No. He Said
And then my phone rang, it was Anna. What you up to? Oh just having a drink in the kitchen.
'With bobbi?'... 'No' I said.
'Me and Eoghan'....
'What' she yelled? He's here?
'Hi Anna!' He shouted
We cheers-ed, laptop webcam to webcam. The madness of the world wide web!
We managed to chat for nearly 2 hours sharing a drink and our weeks events, all free online...which incidentally bobbi and I managed to install all by ourselves!!
So Friday night date...easily done! Even ate dinner together albeit a different dish!
We both sat down, the sun was setting and we admired it but then he asked where is the sun?
Sorry I said, what do you mean? Well he said, where is it setting?
Can't you see it I asked?
No. He Said
And then my phone rang, it was Anna. What you up to? Oh just having a drink in the kitchen.
'With bobbi?'... 'No' I said.
'Me and Eoghan'....
'What' she yelled? He's here?
'Hi Anna!' He shouted
We cheers-ed, laptop webcam to webcam. The madness of the world wide web!
We managed to chat for nearly 2 hours sharing a drink and our weeks events, all free online...which incidentally bobbi and I managed to install all by ourselves!!
So Friday night date...easily done! Even ate dinner together albeit a different dish!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Going up in the world...all the way to the 28th Storey!
We were ‘planning’ to explore Toronto’s nightlife for the duration of our stay in the hostel but each night we just never seemed to leave. One night it was raining, the next it was too late (pubs close early here!) the next we were too comfy, the next we were in the middle of a card game. Before we knew it a week had elapsed and we had yet to go to anywhere beyond the remit of the grubby hostel bar and the odd daytime drink in a local bar. A poor show on our part if I say so myself but when you move somewhere and you’re not on a short holiday you grow complacent. Sure it’ll be there next week…
Finally today we did something a little touristy and took a stroll down to St Lawrence Market to see the Busker Festival. There were fire jugglers, trapeze artists, men on stilts, balloonist and a deadly band called Tequila Mocking Bird Orchestra who we watched for a while and ended up buying the two Cds. Some new cooking music!
Unfortunately for us the weather at the moment is just amazing. Take it from me it is nigh on impossible to resist letting our pasty Irish skin see some sunshine. Picture it, the sun is splitting the stones and there’s a lovely big sun terrace on the fifth floor with sun loungers and then when you’ve had enough sunshine you can head down to the pool for a swim and a quick steam room leaving you totally relaxed and not too concerned about the fact that…WE DON’T HAVE JOBS!
It really is a crime to let that good weather go to waste, especially when our new next door neighbour told us there’s only two weeks of summer left. Gulp. Not looking forward to the cruel winter. Especially when we’re living on the streets!
We had a celebratory moving in dinner party last night with Hannah and Anna. Overcoming vicious hangovers yesterday morning we braved the stench of the supermarkets in Chinatown and managed to rustle up the ingredients for Bobbi’s speciality Thai Green Curry. It was a little spicier than normal since we’re not sure about any of the products here but despite some vigorous nose clearing and eye watering we had 4 empty plates left.
The daytime view from the apartment is wide and full of activity, with Lake Ontario framing the right hand side but it was only when it got dark that the real star emerged, the sea of lights twinkling below with a large orange moon rising up left us speechless. We sat out on the balcony-(no patio furniture yet so we sat on the ground) just looking down in disbelief that this is our new perch. It feels like a hotel, with the thickly carpeted corridors, the trendy unmanageable taps, the sheer height and the uniformed concierge it’s a little too amazing to call home just yet. I keep looking around and wondering who lives here!
So tomorrow is Monday morning and we have to get back to reality. We are setting the alarm for an early start, head to the bank, get set up with internet, meet landlord to discuss new blinds (very grown-up!) and then hit the web and go surfing for a job! It’s only when you are out of work that you realise how long the day is with nothing to do in it. Now I’m not complaining, because personally I have plenty to do with my days, namely sleeping, eating, reading sunbathing, the list goes on but it’s mainly sedentary activities! The point is that no matter how much you enjoy hanging around if can’t afford to be living that life you become unsettled by the growing voice in the back of your mind ‘get up you lazy bum and find some work’. So I’m looking forward to a busy day tomorrow of getting things done and beginning what I hope will be a very productive and successful week in the career front.
Finally today we did something a little touristy and took a stroll down to St Lawrence Market to see the Busker Festival. There were fire jugglers, trapeze artists, men on stilts, balloonist and a deadly band called Tequila Mocking Bird Orchestra who we watched for a while and ended up buying the two Cds. Some new cooking music!
Unfortunately for us the weather at the moment is just amazing. Take it from me it is nigh on impossible to resist letting our pasty Irish skin see some sunshine. Picture it, the sun is splitting the stones and there’s a lovely big sun terrace on the fifth floor with sun loungers and then when you’ve had enough sunshine you can head down to the pool for a swim and a quick steam room leaving you totally relaxed and not too concerned about the fact that…WE DON’T HAVE JOBS!
It really is a crime to let that good weather go to waste, especially when our new next door neighbour told us there’s only two weeks of summer left. Gulp. Not looking forward to the cruel winter. Especially when we’re living on the streets!
We had a celebratory moving in dinner party last night with Hannah and Anna. Overcoming vicious hangovers yesterday morning we braved the stench of the supermarkets in Chinatown and managed to rustle up the ingredients for Bobbi’s speciality Thai Green Curry. It was a little spicier than normal since we’re not sure about any of the products here but despite some vigorous nose clearing and eye watering we had 4 empty plates left.
The daytime view from the apartment is wide and full of activity, with Lake Ontario framing the right hand side but it was only when it got dark that the real star emerged, the sea of lights twinkling below with a large orange moon rising up left us speechless. We sat out on the balcony-(no patio furniture yet so we sat on the ground) just looking down in disbelief that this is our new perch. It feels like a hotel, with the thickly carpeted corridors, the trendy unmanageable taps, the sheer height and the uniformed concierge it’s a little too amazing to call home just yet. I keep looking around and wondering who lives here!
So tomorrow is Monday morning and we have to get back to reality. We are setting the alarm for an early start, head to the bank, get set up with internet, meet landlord to discuss new blinds (very grown-up!) and then hit the web and go surfing for a job! It’s only when you are out of work that you realise how long the day is with nothing to do in it. Now I’m not complaining, because personally I have plenty to do with my days, namely sleeping, eating, reading sunbathing, the list goes on but it’s mainly sedentary activities! The point is that no matter how much you enjoy hanging around if can’t afford to be living that life you become unsettled by the growing voice in the back of your mind ‘get up you lazy bum and find some work’. So I’m looking forward to a busy day tomorrow of getting things done and beginning what I hope will be a very productive and successful week in the career front.
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