You queue for everything in Montréal

Having seemingly recovered from his lesser-spotted lurgy, Ottawacker Jr. was given a special treat: a trip on the train (or as he would say it "ON THE TRAIN") to Montreal, where we would meet Mrs. Ottawacker for lunch and then all come back together ON THE TRAIN in time for dinner.

Mrs. O. was staying at the swanky Fairmont Queen Elizabeth. A rather Austin-Powers-themed lobby (you almost have to physically hold yourself back from the Mike Myers imitations) with orange pouffes and brown sofas. Groovy baby.

My queue joke failed miserably - not least because of North American tendencies to say "stand in line" rather than "form a queue".  I had another eye roll from Mrs. O. and a "Dad's jokes aren't very good, are they mum?" from the plum of my loins.

The train rides were good though, and O. Jr. was thrilled to see DOUBLE-DECKER TRAINS in Mtl. And to see his mum again too. She picked a fine week to go to a conference.