Monday, 17 October 2011

Who you meet

So I'm at Pearson waiting for my flight when I hear " Mr Kinchlea " and I turn around to look at my self. Of course it isn't me it is my Uncle who happens to be my doppelgänger ( or I his ). Kerry and Jill are of to Paris leaving a half hour after moi. So 2 hours of reading or boredom turned into the same time enjoying a beer and catching up on lives. What a nice way to start what will be in part a somber occasion

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