Who says I am inflexible?

Another bad night’s sleep and eventually, after dropping off at 5ish, stayed in bed to 9.30. My lower back is very sore, feels more internal than muscular, so popped the Tylenol along with my coffee. Sort of helped, but not moving helped more.
 
Ottawacker Jr. had the second of his bakery camps to attend, and I was meeting up with David H for lunch, so it made sense to drop the former off at the Billings Bridge transit station while heading out to meet with the latter. Not going to Beijing Legend for once. D has an appointment with a specialist for his ongoing MS-related issues and was terrified of picking something up from, and I quote, my “sorry, wheezing, panting self”. So, we are eating outside at the Sultan Ahmet Turkish restaurant. Who says I am stuck in a rut?
 
Well, you can double that; when I arrived at the aforementioned Sultan Ahmet Turkish restaurant, there was no outside patio. So, I texted D and then drove up to where he lived so we could wander down to Irene’s pub, which does have a patio. There we had a very pleasant two-hour lunch, putting the world to rights, and catching up on the innumerable things that seem to have happened to us of late. If the patio had been free of wasps, it would have been idyllic. But it wasn’t. And, nor was it free of real-estate agents, as there seemed to be a convention of them there. What is the collective noun for realtors? A rabble of realtors? A wretchedness of realtors? A misrepresentation of realtors? But they were quiet and not overly unctuous, so I held my piece. Or do I mean “peace”? Then as we wandered back, I noticed that the Glebe Retirement Residence was having a book sale, so I bade David farewell and then hopped in to buy a bag of books for $10. I know, I know – but this is the problem with addictions.
 
While all this was going on, of course, the plum of my loins was making a strawberry cake with drizzle and vanilla glaze at his cookery course. He came home and shared a piece, which was actually bloody good. I mean, too sweet for my liking, but moist and soft and flavourful. Bollocks. Is there anything I can do better than he?