A lesson learned the stale way...

Last night, monopoly again. This time I lost when, with only 2 mortgaged stations as my stake in the game, I landed on some hotels on Pennsylvania Avenue. Yes, the game is American.



This morning, I woke up and was surprised to see it snowing some more! We had another 15 cm in the last 24 hours, and there's more forecast for tomorrow. Here's the view that greeted me at the Staff Cafe- it doesn't look like it, but it was increcibly windy and dumping loads of powder, so basically a blizard.

Now, something a bit more serious. I came out to Canada to learn lessons, so I guess I'll never make this mistake again:

IF YOU ARE MAKING TOAST IN THE DARK, SQUEEZING THE 2-WEEK-OLD LOAF WILL NOT SUFFICE TO TEST IT'S FRESHNESS! A VISIBLE CHECK IS IMPERATIVE!

Here is the mould-covered bread I used this morning for breakfast- covered in mould, top and bottom. I thought it tasted a little weird, but I thought it must just be my mind playing tricks on me, or the toaster smoking a little...



Checking on my bread this evening, I wasn't really surprised to see a society of microorganisms, but it was still pretty disgusting! Only thoughts of lemon ice-cream (just about the furthest thing from mouldy bread I could think of at the time) suppressed the retching...

If I don't update blog in the next week, you will know what's happened!