So, I never got around to mentioning that I had arranged to sojourn in Brussels (yes, Brussels) from the 12th to the 26th of June. Strangely, that factoid just never emerged organically from within discussions of the Bernier fiasco and the myriad other "Conservative" disasters about which I`ve recently (reluctantly) been concerning myself. I eagerly took the opportunity to stay with a dear friend who works for the EU Commission, and I`m enjoying this ancient city immensely, or enjoying, at least, what I can discern of it through the heavy mist of jet-lag that stilll befogs my consciounsness (we're talking about a six-hour differential here).
I'm a fairly provincial creature, who can boast of only one previous visit to Europe (two, if one is silly enough to count Saint-Pierre et Miquelon!), so I am much more vulnerable to the destabilising effects of "foreignness" than many among my cosmopolitan, jet-setting readership. Still, if my delicate Canadian sensibilities are to be destabilised by foreigness, let it be in Brussels rather than in, say, Calgary.
Sir Francis regrets to say that Brussels seems devoid of unsecured Wi-Fi connections, rendering the lap-top he lugged across the pond utterly useless. Such despatches from the land of Euroweenie surrender-monkeys as appear here will issue from whichever Internet café offers the least extortionate rates.
Until next time, then, rest assured that I shall render unto our proud Dominion dignified embassy here (rather grossly wasting my time thereby, really, as I've already been taken for a Yank and expect to be so taken fairly regularly).