So I’m in Toronto. And I’m watching the US Open quarter final. Why? Because there’s a Canadian involved. Auger-Alissime is young, gifted and Canuck. Therefore we have to be ‘involved’ in support of the entire nation for one of its own. I wouldn’t normally be watching the US Open, on the grounds that it is NOT Wimbledon. But me mate Dave is so engaged with ‘his boy’, that we’re watching. It’s his ‘Emma Raducanu’ moment. I hope he has greater longevity that our Emma seems to be perpetually struggling with.

But we’re leaving tonight. Catching the late night out of Pearson Airport, landing by 10am tomorrow in London. Fantastic. British Airways. Booked it last October. Great. What could possibly go wrong?

Got an email at 4.30: “your flight has been cancelled; we’ve booked you onto an Air Canada flight tomorrow, Thursday, night. You’ll be fine…”

Oh well, that’s fine. It’s ‘only a day’. So Lila and Joey can pick themselves up from school on Thursday, go swimming and walk home afterwards, that’s no problem, it’s about time they were a bit more independent. The Ocado delivery guy will just have to stand on our doorstep for 24 hours to drop the food; he won’t mind. And work on Friday is only work; if we’re a few hours late for our respective days; ok, 5 or 6 hours late, that won’t matter too much. We can just hang out with our friends for another day. We’re good at outstaying welcomes, freeloading, sofa-surfing (as if), we’ll just ‘hang’. Except they’re off to the wilds of ‘the countryside’, where the lakes are tomorrow. Oh. We’ll camp on the front garden until 10 o’clock tomorrow, no bother.

I spoke to BA. Ok, I spoke to a guy in Delhi who works for BA. And I think works for various electric supply companies too, he sounded really familiar. And after several arguments, a lot of shouting and an equal amount of begging and crying, we’re flying tonight, Air Canada.

Holy shit, that was just soooo stressful. Just when we were in the most relaxed of Toronto cool modes after the fabulous wedding and spending some quality time (for them) with our friends.

Who knew Toronto had a beach? And not just a beach, a massive, yellow, soft-sand, humungous beach. Because we’re on the banks of Lake Ontario, and although that’s not a proper ‘sea’, it’s as big as one. In fact, Toronto is, obviously massive, but massively wonderful. And we had the best time ever.

Happy Wednesday (we hope, haven’t taken off yet)

A xxxx