Yet another day in Scotland and I'm getting a little homesick, but not to worry. We've found a New York style restaurant to go to that reminds me of a few different places from back home. The place is called Frankie and Benny's. Some of their decorations remind me of A&W, the bar reminds me of Boston Pizza but without the television screens, the service and the food reminds me of the Old Spaghetti Factory. They have specials on monday that remind me of the Pasta Factory in Penticton. We let our waiter know that it reminded us of being back home so he took it upon himself to take it one step further and put on a fake accent while serving us our meals just to give it that much more of authenticity (I found it adorable).
Paul is starting up a lawn maintenance business and so far it's going quite well, he's got a couple of jobs lined up for himself. All Paul needs now is a van because our car can fit his equipment in it but it's not big enough to take the yard waste away (it also doesn't look too professional). Speaking of our car, it's been wrecked a little bit further due to us locking the keys in, oops! So Paul and his brother (without knowing what they were doing) tried to break into the car with a screw driver and some really big threatening looking tool that they were (if all else failed) planning on breaking the window with. It's a good thing a mechanic came by to help us out and got the boot(trunk in Canadian speak) open so I could climb through the car and open the doors. Thank you mysterious mechanic stranger (we didn't find out his name, what a shame.
I heven't been running again yet so I do not have running photos but i did go swimming again at the place that we have just simply named "the lake" because they actually don't have lakes here they're called lochs. The other reason we call it "the lake" is because it doesn't have a name, it's a filled in quarry used as a resovoir for the paper mill that is close by and other industrial buildings in case they go on fire. Locals find it kind of stange that we would swim in it but the triathlon club swears by the place for a nice, clean, quiet spot to swim without the threat of getting attacked by swans. However, there were a couple of swans there when we got in. Paul saw some really huge fish swimming around in the water so I swam with my eyes closed.