Sorry it’s been a few days since I last posted. Glen and I had a great Sunday. Our neighbours from the 17th floor arrived back in Toronto early that morning so Glen offered to make them brunch.

As I’d been skiing the day before, it was all up to Glen and boy, did he put on a feast. Bubble and squeak, bacon, eggs, two types of sausages and fruit. Usually it’s me who does the cooking but Glen had everything under control and well timed so I didn’t have to get involved at all.

The boys came up for breakfast and we spent a couple of hours catching up before arranging to go to the movies in the afternoon to see 47 Ronin. They then left and Glen and I had a nap for a couple of hours. I put it down to using up so much energy the day before.

My lower calves and the outer sides of my shins were killing me, however, the rest of me wasn’t in bad shape. I must be fitter than I think.

We headed Downtown to the movies and sat through 47 Ronin with Keanu Reeves. Maybe my expectations were skewed by the preview but I thought this movie was boring with a capital B. Predictable dialogue, extremely slow opening and middle, and an ending that left me going, “huh?”. The special effects weren’t bad. The fight scenes, surprisingly, weren’t much to write home about.

Perhaps if the preview hadn’t been filled with so much action (and by the way, watch the preview and you see all the fight scenes) and more about narrative then maybe I wouldn’t have disliked it so much.

We walked out of the cinema to a city completely covered in luscious snow and it was still falling. The snow was “packy” snow which is great for making snowballs. Glen and I raced around like idiots making snowballs and throwing them at each other. I think the novelty had probably long worn off for Peter and Royden, though it wasn’t long before they joined in.

And man, some of those snowballs pack quite a punch.

We went for dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant. I had hot and sour chicken soup and afterwards forgot that I’d ordered it “hot” because there was little spice to be had. That’s been something difficult to get used to: very little flavour in the food here.

On our walk back to the station, Glen and I ran through this front yard of this old style building, throwing snowballs at each other. I don’t know if anyone actually lives there as it’s right in the city and looks like some sort of heritage building, but there was no sign saying so. It’s probably private property. Luckily no one came out to tell us off. When we got back to our condo, we made snow angels on the footpath, so thick was the snow.

Fast forward a day after that glorious and joyous snowfall and the city looks gross. I went out to get groceries and there’s all this grey sludge on the roads and footpaths. It’s also pretty slippery and you have to really watch where you’re going. I can see why people really hate the snow. I’m just glad I don’t have to go out much or drive in it.

On the plus side, today is a lovely blue sky and sunny day. It’s about –15°C though. We’ve enrolled in ice skating lessons but have been told that if the temperature is going to be –15 or colder, then the lesson will be cancelled. Looks like we’ll have to make up the lesson another time.