home sweet home
So this is my block of flats (marked with a faint red arrow) as viewed from the roof of the building in yesterday’s post.
bedroom view
Regular readers of this blog are familiar with the view from my bathroom window. Today I give you the view from the bedroom window.
a pretty poor birthday
Yesterday I was fifty-one. On my birthday . . .
I was repeatedly woken up in the early hours of the morning by a mosquito
I realised I’d forgotten to wash my yoga gear the night before so I couldn’t go to my daily yoga class
I saw a cat get run over by a car
I didn’t get the birthday card signed by everyone in the office and containing $25 dollars that everyone else gets
I left my reading glasses in the office—the first time in three years of using them that I’ve ever forgotten them, which, coupled with the fact that I’ve never forgotten to wash my yoga gear before either makes me think that the year I am fifty-one will be the year in which I start to go senile.
Or maybe this was just all a comeuppance after the self-glorification of my last post.
a pretty good year
Tomorrow I am fifty-one. While I was fifty . . .
I lived in Borneo
I saw elephants in the wild
I went to New York for the first time
I moved to Singapore
I saw a rhinoceros hornbill in the wild
I dropped back into a backbend for the first time since I was a teenager
I got a new job as an editor
I wrote some quite good stories
I was long listed in a literary competition
(Best of all) I did a solo road trip from Manhattan to Vermont and back in a Mini Cooper
It was a pretty good year.
chocolate
In Japan they had lots of weirdly flavoured KitKats. Here in Singapore I found peanut butter flavour and wonder if that’s just a local thing or does everywhere have peanut butter KitKats now? Do tell me. Another thing they have in Singapore— part of the country’s fabulous colonial heritage — is Cadbury’s Creme Eggs!
dead horses
The horses have finally been taken down and have been piled up on the green downstairs to await their final fate. Do you think anyone would mind if I took one?
Downtown Line
Jazzy seats on the new Downtown Line.
layer cake
There’s a section of a new underground train line opened recently, with shiny modern stations with bold architectural features and works of art scattered around. This wall mural is called Earth Layer Cake. Or something like that.
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