As I walked out of Westmount Mall holding a yellow acid man helium balloon one of a gaggle of hairstylist girls, gathered for their morning smoke, cheekily called out "Is that for me?"
"No", I replied, "It's for my mouse....he likes ballooning".
Today was the day that every parent dreads: The first day at school when the little one has to stand on his own four legs. Speedrat, unable to travel back to England with us, had been enrolled at Westmount Junior High School, to live amongst a menagerie of terrapins snakes, lizards, and other rodents, that go to form the school's 'animal club'.
|Speedy enjoying a tube run just before his departure.|
|Speedy on top of the car outside his new home with Mrs Toque looking on and holding back the tears.|
When we got to the classroom the kids shrieked in delight at the sight of the new intake and his amazing cage. "Does he bite?" said one voice as five hands were rammed into the cage to try and get Speedrat out. "Er....no", I said - thinking that there was a first time for everything. But Speedy remained calm and permitted himself to be lifted out of the cage for some heavy petting. All in all I feel good about his new home, he's certain to get a lot of attention and love, and as long as he can keep away from the snakes he should live a long and happy life. Thanks for the memories Speedy, you're a good mouse.
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Tuesday was my last full day in Edmonton; a sad day for both myself and landlords of various local pubs and bars.
What can I say? I'm still not a convert, I like to live in places that you can enjoy on the hoof (Edmonton's greatest fault lies in it city