To Moncton

Had a flying visit to Moncton, New Brunswick this weekend. Drove up late yesterday afternoon to our friend P.'s new home, just purchased this past summer when she moved to Moncton for work. Had a lovely dinner last night and really enjoyed the three-course repast P. laid on for us. It's not that often that we have dinner in other people's homes - so often, we end up just meeting at restaurants because it's easier. Later in the evening, P.'s old friend K. came over and joined us for dessert and a few drinks - hadn't seen him in 13 years, so that was a nice surprise.

P. went even further and whipped up scones for breakfast this morning, while the ever-handy A. got out his toolbox and did the Rent-A-Husband thing - putting up a curtain rod and re-doing some caulking around her sink upstairs. Then we had a little driving tour around town (I've only ever driven past Moncton, on the way to somewhere else) and had brunch at a local diner, before we hit the road back to Halifax. So a flying visit indeed, but one I'm very glad we made time for nonetheless - especially as P. travels all over hell and creation for her work and is hardly ever at home. Good fun.