Day 7 was when Natalie felt unwell

The internet is proving a large part of our weekdays right now, it’s a necessity for finding accommodation and hopefully some jobs, so we have been spending large chunks of our days over in the marina club communal area using their wifi. The other thing about being on the net at these parts of the day is that all our Scottish friends and family, the people reading this I suppose, are either just finishing work or finished and online so we spend time sending emails and the like. However, more important matters were at hand come 2.45 pm our time on Wednesday. Killie were playing St Mirren in a relegation dog fight and I was going to miss it, British radio isn’t accessible over here due to some sort of laws so I had the wonderful idea that if I could get someone to pick up a skype call I could ask them to hang the headset with microphone over the radio, a brace from King Kevin Kyle, joy. While I sat straining to hear anything about the Killie game from Derek Johnstone and the rest of those Clyde 2 dicks who spent the majority of their time blabbering on about rangers and man united Natalie played on Bebo. We both went a wee swim in the morning and when we went the messages mid afternoon Natalie greatly exaggerated her length count in her morning dip. She claims she did 24 lengths of the pool, that’s up and down so she did 48 in all, its not a big pool but still im not sure whether I believe her, I shall have to pay attention next time out instead if daydreaming.

Our evening was supposed to be spent at the BMO Filed watching FC Toronto but Natalie’s ears are sore and she was feeling a bit sorry for herself, she did say she would have went but I being the considerate boyfriend I am said I would stay in and support her while she was poorly, she seemed genuinely pleased by this terrific act of kindness. All that is quite clearly bollocks by the way, the tickets were actually a bit late notice and Natalie ears were sore so we politely declined and stayed in. so an evening in with the finale of Americas Next Supermodel is how Wednesday came to a close. We did however have a delicious dinner which Natalie crafted using pasta, leftover hotdogs and pasta sauce. Oh and I went out to get ice cream for the invalid and picked us up a 6 49 lottery ticket, we got a quick pick which is quite easy for anyone to understand must work in a similar way to a lucky dip. Me, as a Scotsman would read quick pick and think “oh that must be there version of lucky dip” sadly that intuition doesn’t relate over her, I couldn’t think of the right word (quick pick) so I used lucky dip, the woman looked at me as if I was stupid, I said it again then frantically scoured the lottery form for the right phrase, little things like that do my head in. I am speaking English, its heavily accented yes but its is full blown English, not some pidgin English but even still its intelligible. Quick pick and lucky dip should be easily synonymous with each other. Other things that should be mentioned is that Ricardo from the forum prices Canadian ice cream (quite dear!) and Two and a Half Men is me and Natalie’s new favourite show.