Bill and I went off to Ottawa on a cold, crisp, brilliant day with snow that crunched under my cast boot, and stil hung in the fir trees and temperatures 20 below. The doctor pronounced my bunion operation to have resulted in a perfect foot -- and only four weeks before the cast can come off.
Driving back Bill remarked that it was just like driving in the sunken lanes of England -- we could hardly see anything in many places, due to the high snow banks along the road -- all pushed back onto the wide shoulders characteristic of Canadian highways.
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