It's nearly 3.30pm local time and we're about an hour away from setting off for the airport to return home. Distinctly mixed feelings about this, but not as devastated as I might be - I guess the fact we're coming back next year with mum and dad has softened the blow a little.

Theatre was superb last night - an English play ("Noises Off") with largely impeccable English accents meant we could concentrate on the farce itself. Well worth the 23GBP total cost (thanks to the Vancouver City Passport).

Today we hopped on the Sky Train and headed into the suburbs and a mall in Burnaby. Toni picked up a present or two, but other than the trip there wasn't much to recommend it. Our bags are safely stowed away in the Sandman awaiting our imminent return, and we nipped downtown again to let Toni grab some last-minute gifts.

I see Jesper Gronkjaer is leaving Blues in the transfer window for a Spanish side - well done, Bruce - a side struggling to create and score goals, and you ditch one of the few players trying to remedy that problem. We all knew Gronkjaer was hit-and-miss when we bought him, so to pretend he's been a "failure" (scapegoat more like) doesn't wash with me. Our long season of struggle has just got longer in my view... I haven't really thought about Blues much this week (other than to religiously check the Web for the latest news each time we come in here to check email and post our blogs), and it's been a blessed relief. Oh well, all good things must come to an end...

I'll try to call family from Heathrow (we touch down 1.35pm Friday) or - more likely - when we arrive back at Toni's parents (anywhere between 3.30 and 4.30pm probably). Okay then, let's prepare to go home...