How lucky can a man be. In two hours my daughters arrive for cocktails, then they're taking me out for dinner and the Royal Wood show at the Exchange. One's arriving from work or maybe checking in at home. The other will have just dropped her mother at the bus en route to Saskatoon.
We'll hit Bushwakker for the meal, all this for my birthday, six weeks past but alive when my daughters get here.
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