Old fruit?

clearing, hot and humid, temps 29

We're home. How wonderful. Well, we're in the Montreal apartment, which is home too. Staying here for 2 days then driving to Ontario.

Flight on BA was happily uneventful...you might remember on our way over a week ago we were upgraded from World Traveler Plus to Business Class. Heaven. Well yesterday we were downgraded! Can you believe it? Went from World Traveler Plus (which is a small step above economy) down to economy - in the middle seat of the middle row. Poor Michael had a man in front (tiny man too) who not only put his seat all the way back, he managed to push it back even further. When I get to be Queen of the Woild airlines will change their seating...and everyone will follow my etiquette rules - or die. There was also a deeply disturbed infant three seats over who howled most of the way, while his father drank red wine, right from the bottle. Most sensible.

But we're home now. Rented a bunch of movies, got in our diet drinks and lunch with a view to getting into bed, eating gummy bears and watching movies. And then two brawny men appeared on our 8th floor balcony. A kind of horrible miracle.

Seems they're workers and it was time to work on our balcony. With a drill.

So much for our quiet, relaxing day.

Heard from Dolores Gordon-Smith today. She writes marvelous mystery novels set between the world wars. Seems she found my blog and had this to say about yesterday's post...

I mean, hang on a minute, old fruit. What d'you mean, your peringrinations at breakfast and your table-nicking was my fault!!!
It so was not. My manners are of the highest quality and I'm so squeaky-clean in this regard you could eat your dinner off me. (And all right, sometimes I look as if someone has!)

She's delightful.

Speak to you all tomorrow.