Ah, the intractable Canadian problem: Winter and finery are basically incompatible.

Canadian writers don't live in gated mansions; you can just talk to them when you see them lining up at the Second Cup.

It has been a problem.

This is a really strange incident. We don't have these things happen in the winter. If it's a canal problem or something like that, usually that's during the summer. This is caused by the weird weather we've had the last week or so.

I turn and kick with the first one and feel myself being lifted and thrown towards the beach. It's like wrestling with an old friend, tumbling underneath then coming up for air.

This is a problem. This is a major problem.