Just arrived back in Toronto after spending the holidays in Nova Scotia.

Had such a brilliant time over Christmas. I am a child of divorced parents – who separated when I was quite young and then each found their respective spouses by the time I was 7 years old. I’ve grown up with four extended families. And they’re all huge. And mostly living in or near to the same area of the province.

In short, my Christmas is absolute chaos and mayhem. Of the best sort.

People will ask how my flight was, back to Toronto. The truth is that I drank a Molson Canadian and slept for the whole thing. So, I guess that means it went alright.

Not much to write about Molson Canadian. You’ve all had it. You’ve all seen the commercials. It’s a shame that I Am Canadian … isn’t, exactly. But, c’est la vie.