I stood bemused. Although, can one consider it standing if one is travelling sixty kilometres per hour in a northbound direction? I made a mental note to ask Ypres. Getting back to my predicament, the reason of my bemusement was the unappealing menu poster I was facing in the Amtrak train bound for Montreal. It… Continue reading Chapter XXXIX – Bust!
Of course, when one is caught in broad daylight trying to dislodge one’s underwear, one’s cheeks turn crimson. As to the cheeks I am referring to, being a lady with property in Mayfair, I leave it to the imagination of my readers to determine. I do not have anything against Montrealers. It is simply that… Continue reading Chapter XII – The Return of Beaconsfield-Outremont
I was shocked. I was utterly bamboozled. I was firmly perplexed. Yet, above all, I was drenched in water from head to toe. My only consolation was that water had been the liquid of choice. Ypres had thrown a water balloon at me with the casual ease of a lobster on an afternoon stroll. Words… Continue reading Summer Short Shorts: A Vasa and Ypres Adventure – Part III