from seeing a friend from the North. Just a quick coffee but great to see her. When I walked over to meet the beauty I followed my usual route: past St. Pat's Cathedral and the row of houses used by the Irish workin men who built it; I cut through the World Exchange Plaza to check on the belugas and narwhales suspended from the high high ceiling then past the stag outside the Manu Life building and on to the British High Commission to make sure the Stump Girls are still O.K.. The Girls were stolen back in 1999 when they hid out in amongst the shrubs in the front garden. Now they are out in the open but around the side of the bed, eh. I loved when they hide in amongst the shrubs and was troubled when they were stolen. I always now have a very quiet chitchat with them to make sure they are O.K. being in the open and visible to the usual completely stupefied Ottawa mob of silly servants.
The Girls were O.K. tonight so I had them pose for me again - [they are such show-offs don't you think. I do, but love them none the less]: