The saddest truth is that, even should you amass the wealth to visit Canada, my own shabby environs is the last place you'd want to visit. Lousy Prairie backwater with its century of failed dreams and gormless unwashed masses.
Oy, I'm losing my perspicacity, I had to rewrite that sentence three times for it to make sense. I may need to go to bed.
*Googles**places offerings of Golden Wattle and Cooktown Orchids before your throne*
Those colours would be gorgeous together.
Mabel says hello, by the way.