Back in Toronto. It seems Lorraine has actually found a buyer for her house, and has put in an offer on the funky place which has been accepted. Amazing, how you can buy and sell property from afar. Off to Creamer Cafe, the Tobster's local cafe haunt for cups of coffee. Like an office this morning, with people all busy at their laptops, and plugging in without a second thought. Good to hang out with Toby doing nothing in particular. Romy back at work till Thursday, standing in for her boss.
Off down town this lunchtime. Walking past City Hall where Toby and Romy were married, and into the vast Mall of the Eaton Centre. Nice public art of a big flock of geese on strings. To prevent a shopping nosebleed, Toby wandered off and left us to it. Supervised by Lorraine, I ended up buying a species of hoodie and gym pants.
After meeting up again with Toby, I had a clear and distinct need for beer. My wish was granted in an upmarket sort of burger joint called Baton Rouge. The tasteless and supremely cold beer was surprisingly delicious, and the burger and fries action brick-like.
In the evening walked off through High Park with bats twisting in the dusk air, and off to a restaurant called Fat Cat where I'd been with Toby and Romy three years ago. The area is really up and coming, and there was now a plethora of restaurants and bars. Tonight sat in the garden of the Black Cat wine bar, and drank beer and tea and ate eating light and delicate food. Taxi home. Toby and I sitting chatting for a bit, with Meaty resting her head on Toby.
Below the Eaton Centre.
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