I have found the English Pantry, a shop down the road from school.
They have Yorkshire Tea, Vimto, Fry's Chocolate Cream, Hartley's Jam and Lemoncurd, Pot Noodle, Bisto, Marmite and a veritable host of Good Olde Englishe Foodstuffs. Hurrah.
Vicky is very happy with her Branston Pickle.
Carmen is confused by Vicky's delight at this seemingly wierd/nasty savoury treat.
Only the Brits witll really get it, I suppose.
Each to their own. I just wish the place had a licence to inport kegs of good beer.
This week saw the Calgary Municipal elections. They were blessed with good weather (19 degrees and blue skis, no wind). This lead to a massive voter turnout improvement over last time 3 years ago.
30% of the eligible folk of Calgary bothered to get to a polling station before 8pm.
A significant but lamentable step up from last time's 20%.
At 9PM our ward was being dominated by one aldermanic candidate with 100% of the vote.
That's the Vote.Singular.
I know the basic principle of democracy is "One man, one vote" but this is probably not what the Athenians had in mind.
Poor show Calgary. Poor show indeed.
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and just when i thought xmas was sorted.Perhaps Canadians learned a long while ago that politicians are all Liars cheats rascals and completely AMORAL,so they vote accordingly. We're making good progress.How sweet or something to have two anniversaries, lots of pressure their though
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