So we spent the weekend in *spits* Toronto. Mrs Dufus and I drove down Friday to visit my brother Whitey - all together now "HI WHITEY!" We got there in time for lunch and spent the afternoon talking, swimming in his pool and drinking a few bottles of this wonderful yellow stuff called Corona.
Saturday morning Whitey prepared breakfast...Eggs Benedict - make that Eggs Willowdale (the *spits* Toronto neighbourhood where he lives) - for us. Delicious.
With the day ahead of us we contemplated what we might do. Taste of Danforth, the Greek food and cultural festival was on, but we weren't very hungry. The Festival of Beer was underway at Exhibition Place, but we already had our own beer festival going. Hmm, what to do?
Now a little while back Whitey broke his wrist. He got 6 or seven screws in it. So going golfing was definitely out. He's had his cast off for a couple of weeks but he's still doing physiotherapy. Well, Mrs D came up with the next best thing: ...