Flying Beaver

I don't believe this is actually a flying beaver, but it could be because this much better picture shows the real thing and it looks just like the ones that we were seeing continually taking off and landing yesterday when we went for a walk along the dyke.
As if that weren't enough, they're flown by bush pilots. Gotta love this country.
We went to the Flying Beaver pub for supper which actually had a landing.....er...place, mooring, whatever, just outside of the bar.

On t'other hand, whilst having NO shame when talking about beavers, dykes and bush, I keep forgetting that Canadians don't like to call a spade a spade.
On TV, the warning 'may contain...' actually means 'contains' and today I discovered that 'we don't recommend' means 'we won't take you.' Hmmmm..... The problem is, you never know when someone does mean it.
I had a programme that I gave for a four year old's birthday party today. I felt it didn't go very well. The parents of all the children came up afterwards and told me what a great job I'd done. But what does that mean? Seriously, I honestly don't know.

Give me a bloody shovel any day.

A cyclist passed me as I was walking home across the King George's park this evening. He stopped ahead of me and circled back.
'Your husband's a very lucky man,' he said. Ok, so maybe the really creepy people mean it. But perhaps I shouldn't have thought of that guy as creepy. He said what he wanted to say and cycled off.

My son Laurence lost his Permanent Resident's card a while back and he can't get back into the country if he leaves without it.
We applied for a new one. A right bloody kerfuffle that was and no mistake. At the end of last week, an orange coloured letter arrived informing him that he has an appointment in downtown Vancouver tomorrow to pick up his card. Great, so I have to once again drive downtown in the middle of the afternoon and find somewhere to park. My joy knows no bounds. And then no guarantee that we'll get it. Contained in the orange letter - from a government department don't forget - is a spelling mistake and a Catch-22.
Laurence has to bring his driver's licence. Well he can't drive so he doesn't have one. He can't even take a test if he wanted to without his PR card.
I can see this getting stupidly Kafkaesque, unless of course..... no, it's too much to hope that they may not mean it, I mean Sod's law dictates that this is the one time that what they say, however stupid, is what they mean.

We'll see.