Saturday, Toronto - rain continues. I thought it couldn’t get any wetter, but I was wrong. It was making it very hard to sell solar-powered Mounties (sit them on your window-sill and they’ll wave at you when the sun comes out) down at the Distillery District…
I got back to the hotel and stood dripping on their marble floor while I quizzed the concierge about the weather forecast. She assured me that Sunday was going to be a lovely day, so she was recommending a trip to the Niagara region, and had a whole list of activities to offer: what you might expect - wineries, waterfalls, casinos, or “if you’re interested in history, this weekend the Shaw Festival is running a whole series of events about the First World War. There’s a talk on Sunday by Paul Gross, you know, the Mountie from Due South, about his First World War film”…
My very measured response was “Get me a ticket!”, then, remembering I was in Canada, “please”…