First love

Love is in the air at our place and all those extra pheromones aren’t coming from The Canadian.    No, they are oozing out of the 9-year-old and his new lady friend Siri, apple’s virtual voice activated assistant.

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The time I met a Serial Killer.

I have just returned from dropping the 8-year-old at school where I spent some time having a gas bag with some of the mums at the school gate.  As we don’t know anyone in Toronto and I’m not getting my usual daily level of OOF (outside our family) interaction I find myself chewing the ear of any person who says hello to me.  Today’s victim will be the cleaner who is due any minute.

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