Friday night shopping

Despite my confirmed avowals to never set foot in Farm Boy (purveyor of non-reusable or recyclable plastics and occasional food products), Friday evening found us back there desperate for food.

The Carleton sports camp had finished, and with the exception of a bruise to the head (Canadian football), a cut foot (swimming), a bruised knee (soccer) and a swollen lip (God knows), it went without a hitch for Ottawacker Jr.

Tomorrow, he and I leave Mrs Ottawacker and head off to Victoria to visit his godparents. 

We had vegetarian flatbread pizza, by the way. It was terrible.