But here we are; with less than one week left in Canada.
On Saturday we had to go downtown, and whilst there took in some of the Grand Prix atmosphere. The blue sky and hot sun were s stark contrast to when we watched the Grand Prix last year, in the rain.
We had heard about certain streets being closed off to traffic throughout the city and F1 celebrations going on, but hadn't managed to see it.
Walking along those streets in the late morning when the bars and stalls were just setting up it was pretty quiet; I am sure it would have been somewhat busier later in the day.
Nevertheless, it was still opulant and car crazy!
(Bearing in mind we had already started this, it was a ridiculously long time!)
But it is quite tricky packing things for the next three months, at least.
When you are staying in a hot Montreal, 12 days - with probably at least a couple of days rain - in England, and then an Australian winter (which, coming straight from Canada, is most definitely not what I call winter weather; but I do get cold very easily, and the word 'winter' does feature, so can't be too hasty not packing any thick jumpers...); you need to pack quite a variety of clothes - well that's my story and I'm sticking to it!
It's of those places which is always buzzing with locals. All the men sitting outside in the sunshine drinking coffee reminds me of Spain, where it was a regular occurrence on a Saturday morning. I was never sure if the wives had shoved them out of the house in order to clean, or just to get a break from them full stop...
I then - probably somewhat foolishly - made one last batch of biscuits for T's work.
The vision I had in my mind turned out to be nothing at all like reality.
First off, the dough did not want to roll out, and more planes ended up wingless or tailless than in one piece.
So I had to do a bit of emergency, why-did-I-ever-think-this-was-a-good-idea-I-want-to-give-up improvisation:
The removal guys came on Tuesday and made short work of packing the remaining items and carrying all the boxes down all those stairs.
It's always strange thinking the next time we will see our belongings will be in a different country. Hopefully they will all be intact (and have passed the strict Australian biosecurity laws which have been the cause of many a headache these past weeks).