Over there

I have been shopping a lot lately. I now own a warm, puffy Kathmandu vest in the colour "smoky rose". I also have a very stylish piece of cabin luggage in charcoal. Winter clothing is a shopping priority, but it's also generally ugly, so I'm finding it hard to be enthused. On the weekend, I went underwear shopping instead, because I was suddenly fearful that my old Bonds undies wouldn't look too impressive if some Customs person has a look in my bags. So I am getting a little sidetracked, I think.


Elizabeth (my un-bridesmaid) and I have decided to have a kind of hen's night just before the wedding. Just the two of us, running around in Toronto, and drinking. I'm really excited about this plan. I'll stay with her the night before the wedding, and we'll meet up with Heather and her friends for breakfast the next day. The only problem we face is working out where Elizabeth should stay in Toronto. One place initially sounded appealing, but further online research revealed that some travellers found the place riddled with bed bugs. We've taken that one off our list of potential lodgings. I will also withhold this information from my mother, who would undoubtedly add it to her list of awful things to be found "over there": hurricanes, murderers, and bed bugs.

Image of Cimex lectularis, the human bedbug, from http://www.biosci.ohio-state.edu/~parasite/cimex.html