It's a bone-chillingly cold and rainy day in London Town today, and despite aching (to my very core) to stay home, I had to come to work. I've been listening to David Francey CDs at work as I've been plugging away at budgets and other such things. His music is quintessentially Canadian, and in listening to him I can visualise myself lying on my parents couch under a blanket watching the snow falling outside and calling out "Mommy! Can you make me a cup of tea?" and my wonderful mommy coming to have a cup of tea with me (and my wonderful daddy coming to join us too - there are times when I think I might be a bit spoiled!) It makes me want to book a flight home - even if only for a weekend to say hello and have that said cup of tea with the Parental Unit.
Other times when I listen to David Francey I can imagine myself cruising down the 401 (for some reason I always imagine the incredibly boring stretch in between Kingston and Montreal, with a brief pause for excitement as we go through Lancaster) on a brilliantly sunny fall day, but today it's all about dreaming of being cozy on my parents couch instead of in the pouring rain in London.
Ah, God bless David Francey!
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