Given your mastery of the poetic word, you should become a modern day Chaucer and write raunchy poems called Orchard Park Tales professing your various lusts for polish women and whoever else grabs your fancy.
Looks like she's doing that trick some do for their kid's where you put a quarter of an orange skin behind your lips then smile, I said orange skin! The views expressed in my posts are not necessarily mine.
“ Orchard park, tale of two tower blocks “ Actually I did write one called “ The last tower “ it is about the last block they flattened…. I remember the day it was demolished, got to look around, mad, no doors, the sound the wind makes as it runs through the building…
Loads of Brits in NotL.....I've never seen so many union jacks in gardens etc....A lot more than here...From memory the hotel on the main street is 'Prince of Wales'..plus oldest golf course still in operation in North America, by the lake...Theres a plqaue by the bandstand with the names of the swimmers who have swam across the lake to Toronto...recall the Toronto skyline forty miles across the lake glinting in the sunlight and of course the CN Tower...Great place.
