Winterfest

Winterfest was cold, and I mean I was cold, chilled to little blocks of ice. And Winterfest was straight after work, so I was cold, hungry and tired.
And my bit of Winterfest was yesterday.

Today I was making the coffee when the mobile phone shrieked. I dunno, somehow it has gotten itself set to 'shriek'.
It was my nephew.
'Are you doing anything today?' he asked,
'Er, yeah, collecting your mum and sister from the airport,'
'Oh, just that I'm on Robson Street,'
'??'
'We've come down from Whistler to Vancouver for the day, we're going to a hockey game later.'

In the end we formed a plan, he would get the bus to Richmond town centre and I'd collect him from there, he'd come to the airport with me and we'd surprise his mum.
I had forgotten about the bit of Winterfest that didn't involve me, but once I was stuck in slug-like traffic going into town, I remembered. Time was being pinched, cinched even, like a belt around a waist. My sister's flight was listed as being ¾ of an hour early and I was crawling in the opposite direction.

But it all worked out. My sister and niece are here now, my nephew has been delivered to the hockey game. Kevin made a phenomenal meal.
Tomorrow, if road conditions allow, we will be driving to Whistler.