Today I have to do my duty to cats and friends’ dads. Sammy and Suzie, James’s Dad’s cats, need some company and the usual other attentions while John is off in Eire, so today is my turn. I love the cats, but the trip to and from the place called
Don Mills, in the north end of Toronto, is somewhat bleak. Big, wide, half-empty roads leading up to a big hilltop where the wind scours your very soul. Then a pleasant elevator ride up to a cosy apartment saturated with ten years of cigarette smoke. But there’s usually beer in the fridge! And apparently there’s a ghost car somewhere in the neighbourhood…{bg}