I write this in a darkened hotel room in Barrie. It is 8.35pm and as the hotel was unable to organise adjoining rooms for us with 1 weeks notice Tom and I are confined to separate rooms with a child each and excessive use of light is restricted to before bedtime. What a way to spend your birthday weekend. I've not even had chance to eat the birthday cake leftovers that I brought, let alone drink the bottle of wine.
On the way up here last night we stopped for tea in Orangeville for mushy peas. They were good, but alas I think they might have been too good, they were just not slushy enough and tasted too much like peas. I think they may have been made with a fresh marrowfat pea substitute. Still it beat coleslaw on a slighty chilly evening.
Today we have been all over the city. We have looked at neighbourhoods, been to a giant mall, checked out a vast playground down by the beach eaten out twice and have even been to an open house and met a realtor who may have been ousted from the mob. Barrie is cold and has more retail than I think I've ever seen in my life. The houses are big and cheap and there are hills and even more trees than shops. I think I like it.
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