The things I remember most about America and Canada (to be precise, Toronto and Boston) are rain. Rain and wind. Rain, wind, Sandy, snow, and delays at airports. Honestly, it’s a good thing that when I go to an airport I pack my shoulder-bag with at least four books, a notebook, my DS, my new Kindle, and possibly a couple of magazines . . .

Er, maybe too much information there. And I often sleep on the plane anyhow. But I need them! Even if it gives me a permanent list to one side!

Anyhow, I remember the rain, and the snow, and the wind, and the . . .

No, not really. What I do remember are my friends. And the book shops. And the Royal Ontario Museum. And the craft shops. And the shopping with friends. And the introducing one friend to Sherlock, and to Offenbach’s La Belle Helene, and oh dear god excuse me while I go and bang my head against the wall until I can get “Alors, pars, pars pour Cythera!” out of it.

Also, I should not be allowed into a book shop or craft shop together with enablers friends. But you knew that.

And I seem to have made a second sale on my etsy shop within a week. I can’t quite believe it. And should probably not count on it keeping up. But it’s still cool.