Esther and I found silk lilies and roses on the sidewalk at St. Viateur. I had been wanting to decorate the batmobile I ordered for Grandma, and ever since we moved to Montreal I've wanted to wind flowers through my bike's shopping basket like all the lovely decorated bikes I see around Mile-End. So today I finally did it. Looks like a real Montreal ladybike.
That was day 129. On day 130 I decided to rectify my table manners in time for London. At a recent literary dinner I found myself sitting next to a senator who informed me I was using his bread plate and would need to give it back to him. I'm not sure whose manners were worse, but have ordered myself a copy of "A Butler's Guide to Table Manners" so that by the time I get to London I will at least know how to eat bread off a plate, even if I retrace George Orwell's steps as he ordered tea, bread and marge in his down-and-out holes-in-the-wall. Got to keep the side up.