Friday, March 21, 2014

A Doodle's Lot

 When a doodle's not engaged in her employment

 Or maturing her felonious little plans,
Her capacity for innocent enjoyment

 Depends on the position of the hands.

 When the bloody cupboard door is not a-opening,

 When the doggie biscuits don't arrive on time

 She hates to hear her little tum a-gurgling

 And listens for the kitchen clock to chime.

 When a doodle's finished bullying 'er muver

 She's asked to sit a-waiting just for fun.

Ah, take one consideration wif anuver,

The doodle's lot's a very 'appy one.

W.S. Gilbert - ish

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Sunday Brunch

The Old Mill in Toronto
rolling off Bloor Street

by the Humber River

is celebrating its 100th anniversary.

Brunch is available between 10:30 and 2:30 

 in the main dining room with its sunken dance floor.

In the 1940s it was my mother's haunt for dinner dances.

In the 1970s it was the site of my first cancelled wedding.

 and in 2009 it was the location of my mother's wake. 

 With all these 'good' memories we should come more often

to enjoy this charming place

 and put on a few pounds.