Today we went to visit and old friend of Rose's that she went to school with. She got instructions from her that we followed, sort of, we were told to go to the corner of St Clair West and Dufferin, which we did, only to find that the place we were looking for wasn't there, I then asked Rose what the actual address was and she said "512 Keele street" This was about 30 minutes from where we actually were, so we made our way there, walking and by bus, when we arrived it was pouring with rain. Eventually I found the address which turned out to be a second hand car dealership, so not the right one! Rose then looks again at her little book of addresses and says "Oh its not here its so and so on St Clair West, which was just a little way down from where we had just come from, we went by taxi just to make sure we got there this time. It turned out to be a bar called Rockys, a little bit run down with very elderly type customers, Jane, her friend owns and runs the bar, her husband is retired, we spent the rest of the day with them and had lunch next door, we stayed till Jet Lag started to catch up again and now we are eventually back home after getting a little lost with William (the husband) driving us home ag
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