Was that really 9 days off?

Jesus that went quickly. I don't care what anyone says, time does go faster when you're doing stuff.

Vancouver gained a couple of English people on Monday as James & Ellen arrived for their Canadian holiday. Luckily I was at the airport to meet them with a sign mocking them, and luckily they also had a sign taking the piss out of me. Just like old times. So the past week has been spent showing them the sights, sounds and smells of British Columbia. Including (but not limited to):

- Lighthouse Park, the place myself and Greg went to very early on in our Canadian adventure.

- Taking photos of orange cones.

- Visiting as many shopping malls as possible. Current count = 4.

- Finding out Science World is closed.

- Not finding any wildlife. I promise you Balaams, Canadian wild animals do exist.

- Counting how many times I swear at my phone on any given day.

- Cheesy bread (told you there were smells).

Obviously we met up with the Team Family for some English drinking action in the bar that's never busy. Seriously, we went in during the Olympics and there were still a few tables free. Also of note were the relatively unsuccessful attempts to share embarrassing stories about me. Apart from the one about me coming to work with an imprint of a heart on my face, that one is true.

And I was right, that post below about looking back with envy about the me of last week with all that time off in front of him. DAMN YOU FEBRUARY 26TH JP.