As soon as my employment was confirmed, the other three made arrangements to fly out!
I was at Toronto International Airport well in advance of their arrival time and waited… and waited… and waited. I checked the arrivals board and they had landed on schedule so I waited… and waited… and waited. Continue reading
Continued from Dear Diary – Page 99
I showed them my documents which confirmed that I had been approved as a landed immigrant but, for some reason, they felt it necessary to question it. “Where have you come from? Where are you going? Where’s your family? Where did you live in England? Is anybody meeting you here?” Continue reading
Continuation from Dear Diary – Page 95
B had another idea to make some money, and I could not fault either his enthusiasm or his tenacity! Continue reading
A New Direction Perhaps? 