But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore

It was strange being just the two of us,after a week of Boy,Gal and Tooli and us, then just us and Tooli...

After a day of sweet partings, and much tears, himself and I gathered ourselves and our accumulated keepsakes, and rubbish together and headed first off for breakfast, and an extra bag.

We sat in silence over our pecan pancakes, and as we contemplated the previous days which had been; days full of love and overflowing with joy, the tears started to spill over again. Quite what the locals thought of the two of us sitting there, surrounded by maple syrup and pancakes and coffee and tissues I'll never know, but we were lost in our little moment.

On route to the airport, we dropped the car off. I fell getting on the bus from the Car Rental place to the terminal, and then caught the back of the same leg on the escalators moving between Homeland Security and Baggage. Check in lady couldn't book us straight through, but we weren't too bothered...We knew we had changes and luggage pick ups to do.

When we got to Toronto - we figured out the problem she was having. Iceland air were having a moment's industrial action and the poor sods on the check in desk were frantically trying to put everyone on different flights.

By the time they had sorted out the massive family groups - and got to us, there were no flights left for Thursday and we got bumped til Friday - they kindly allocated us a room in the Sheraton and money towards the dinner and breakfast - riotous... Even with the money towards dinner - two courses and a drink (or two) still came to 113 dollars.

This is us, on the seventh floor of the hotel, gazing out over the lights of Toronto and contemplating whether or not tomorrow owuld bring us home.