Thursday, August 26, 2010

The fox is in the box and the mouse is in the house.

Well we were in Toronto barely a wet weekend ( it actually was lashing rain all weekend) when we had our first visitor. FoxDog Senior is his title of preference but to the rest of you he's the brother with the extremely gangly limbs and (very very very dark) blonde hair! He was due for a 3 hour stop over in Toronto last sunday so the plan was to meet in the airport for drinks agus craic but due to extreme security profiling he missed the connection and had to spend the night in the big TO to catch the next flight.

The arrangement was already doomed since I had thought he was coming the following sunday and it was only when my mum emailed that afternoon saying she hoped we had fun 'today' alarm bells began to ring. So the wonders and worries of new age technology were revealed. All I had to do was post does anyone know if Lorcan is flying to Toronto today? and within minutes I was chatting to school friends of his back in Dublin and all was revealed. But just goes to show the world is getting smaller by the day as each new face booker donates their life to public view.

Anyway we figured it out, managed to wrangle a bed for the night for him and took a stroll to sample some of the highlights of a city famed for it's food and drinks culture. The staff were friendly, it was a great location and the prices were dirt cheap. I have to say although my spicy chicken wrap tasted likes franks sauce..mmm.... I was jealous of Anna and Bobbi's bacon cheeseburgers. Sounds like a great place to eat out?...add a few more objects to the picture in your mind e.g. plastic seats nailed to the floor,  garish lights, a plastic tray, filthy tables.....

Yes, I am ashamed to admit it but we went to McDonalds. Aw well the pitchers of beer after were authentic and he was starving so it seemed to safer to just fuel the beast.   Lorcan had arrived on a bad day for us. We have reached a low point in the apartment search and were not exactly glowing with positivity. So we were full of comments that began with.."another thing I don't like is....." "the problem with this place is.."

If only he could see us now, about to move into a palace ( I think the new apartment might deserve it's own post so I'll come back to that) and finally figuring out how everything works and making friends, so we are full of positive mental attitude! He really missed out there in the accommodation stakes, it's always unfortunate when you have to book your guests into a grubby  hostel and charge them for the pleasure!

Unsurprisingly we ended up back at the hostel bar til the wee hours and when we woke our guest was gone, we all felt like we had just dreamt it! The only thing that confirmed it was a little pressie left behind. In the middle of the floor was, a lovely pair of grey flannel boxers. Thanks champ, we'll post them on!


The following day we were sitting in the Quad room when bobbi let out a shriek. A little grey mouse was running around the floor, now it's an old building and there's also the issue of the empty crisp packets decorating the floor but either way we felt differently about the place after that and were almost glad to be moving to the dorm ( can't keep living the high life in the private room, we're going public in the dorms!)

our last night in the mouse room was sleepless with regular horrified updates from bobbi...'Oh!.Oh! he just ran over to the shoes. Oh! he's in one of the shoes! Oh he's under the bed' and so on! At point it was suggested we all get into the top bunks two in each,  but Anna and Hannah remained silent and motionless from their rodent free perches!

The one occasion that a staffmember braved our room was to empty the bins which he couldn't find! The poor guy came in and we were asleep so he said he would grab the bin and paused and looked around at the bomb site and paused again until he located it, and left rapidly. We have been unable to look him in the eye since!

I have to go......need to find a job......eeek!

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