My dad asked me what he could bring me from Canada. After a couple of days I told him "a Saturday edition of The Globe and Mail". The Globe isn't even that great a paper... I think I just have such good memories associated with the Saturday edition. When Maeve and Matt and I lived in Toronto it would be there every Saturday morning, and I'd sit on the futon and drink Second Cup coffee (that I would buy for Maeve and myself- she'd put it in a mug but I would just drink from the styrofoam) and read the paper.

It's probably not even that I *like* the Globe that much. I like lazy Saturday mornings and I like the ritual of the whole thing... hmmm... maybe I do like the Globe that much. Heather Mallick is the closest I have to a Toronto-sized-hero.

I know that one of the things that is purely-England for me here is Saturday/Sunday mornings is getting the paper (Guardian on Saturdays and the Observer and the Sunday Times on Sunday) and drinking PG Tips tea (I'm bringing home 160 bags if I can get it through customs!).

Anyway, dad brought me a fresh Saturday edition and it made me very happy.