In Canada, even the PARKING LOTS ...

[ChrisGreaves]

... have a drinking problem.

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[Jezza]

Obviously now sobering up in the drive thru' at Tim Horton's

[ChrisGreaves]

Obviously now sobering up in the drive thru' at Tim Horton's

You made it back? Great!
When I lived in Adelaide (30 yrs ago) the pubs had drive-through bottle shops. I think back in amazement ....

[Leif]

Which reminds me:

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[Jezza]

Obviously now sobering up in the drive thru' at Tim Horton's

You made it back? Great!
When I lived in Adelaide (30 yrs ago) the pubs had drive-through bottle shops. I think back in amazement ....

I will be back...I had my fill of the boonies for now and Montreal

[ChrisGreaves]

I had my fill of the boonies for now

I, OTOH, can't get enough ...

[Jezza]

I was here getting eaten alive by the numerous insects and escaping the cluthes of the water snakes and leopard frogs
I was travelling between the 50 and 35 km markers

[ChrisGreaves]

I was here getting eaten alive by the numerous insects and escaping the cluthes of the water snakes and leopard frogs

Well, you see, this year we bought our cluthes from The Mosquito net Store.

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P.S. Are you suggesting that there is a typo in the image at the start of this thread and it should really read "Clothed for Rehabilitation"?

[HansV]

Well, you see, this year we bought our cluthes from The Mosquito net Store.

And you're looking much younger in them, if I may say so!

[ChrisGreaves]

I was here getting eaten alive by the numerous insects and escaping the cluthes of the water snakes and leopard frogs

Well, you see, this year we bought our cluthes from The Mosquito net Store.

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P.S. Are you suggesting that there is a typo in the image at the start of this thread and it should really read "Clothed for Rehabilitation"?

P.P.S. Just this morning i finished reading leon Wolf's "In Flanders Fields". he ends the book with a quote from Thomas Carlyle's major work, Sartor Resartus (meaning 'The tailor re-tailored').

There dwell and toil, in the British village of Dumdrudge, usually some five hundred souls.
From these…there are successively selected, during the French War, say thirty able-bodied men: Dumdrudge, at her own expense, has suckled and nursed them; she has not without difficulty and sorrow, fed them up to manhood, and trained them to crafts, so that one can weave, another build, another hammer, and the weakest can stand under thirty stone avoirdupois.
Nevertheless, amid much weeping and swearing, they are selected; all dressed in red; and shipped away, at the public charges, some two thousand miles, or say only to the south of Spain; and fed there till wanted.
And now to that same spot in the south of Spain, are thirty similar French artisans, from a French Dumdrudge, in like manner wending: Till at length, after infinite effort, the two parties come into actual juxtaposition; and Thirty stands fronting Thirty, each with a gun in his hand.
Straightway the word "Fire!" is given: and they blow the souls out of one another and in the place of sixty brisk useful craftsmen, the world has sixty dead carcasses, which it must bury, and anew shed tears for.
Had these men any quarrel? Busy as the Devil is, not the smallest!
Their Governors had fallen out; and, instead of shooting one another, had the cunning to make these poor blockheads shoot.
Alas, so it is in Deutschland, and hitherto in all other lands...

[ChrisGreaves]

And you're looking much younger in them, if I may say so!

You may.
But I am equally entitled to ask when you have ever seen me out of my cluths?
And if not, how can you claim to make a valid comparison?

[BobH]

I'm thinkin' the sign maker was paid by the letter.