Shortly after I arrived in Vancouver, I was house sitting for a friend.It was Christmas Eve and John and I were spending it together. I had the flu and went to bed early.I woke up to John shaking my shoulder and calmly saying,I don't want to alarm you but firetrucks are outside the building and smoke was billowing out of the room next to the one I was in.I bolted out of bed dressed,was at the front door and turned to see John walking into the bathroom , at the same time firemen were walking into our suite ,through the kitchen and out the window onto the fire escape to gain access to the next suite that was burning.John then calmly walked out of the bathroom , grabbed his coat and we left the building.
Last week I tried to "encourage" my family to post to this blog. I sent them all TERRIBLE pictures of themselves and threatened to post them here if they didn't post their own. Although they all responded soon enough to my threat, nobody has updated this blog yet. To be fair, this sort of thing is easier for me to do so I'll give a general update on the family. I won't post those nasty pictures just yet, because I'm sure there are some of me floating around and I don't want to start a war. You may remember there are 6 kids, in order of age: Mark, Colleen, Paul, David, Kathleen & Kevin. Hearing it listed like that reminds me of being called for dinner. :) Mom and Dad (Maureen and Al) are both in good health and living in that big house you remember in Ancaster. The house and property itself would look very different to many of you as my Dad's projects have really transformed the place. There are no more big willow trees (and no more treehouse!) :( ...
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