Arriving in Seattle

When we got off the plane in Seattle, I was a bit wrecked. I’d maybe had three hours sleep, and I was tired, confused and deaf in my right ear. And we were two hours late. On the positive side, I’d watched lots of movies. On the negative, one of those was Draft Day, an execrable Kevin Costner film about the NFL. Nothing is ever purely good or bad.
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Escape from Asia

It’s been a long day. At 3:30 this morning my alarm went off, and I hauled myself off the sofa and collected together the rest of the family and our luggage, and then we all went down to the car park to get in the taxi my wife had booked.

A taxi that couldn’t get out of the car park, because even in super efficient Singapore there are some cars that don’t seem to be detectable by the automated barriers at the exits to car parks, and instead of getting on the road we spent ten minutes waiting, while our driver bellowed near incomprehensible phrases into the intercom. Finally, magically, the barrier raised and we were on our way.
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It wasn’t the cough that carried her off

My wife dispatched me to the office today with a dozen peppermint chocolate cookies and a dozen ginger nuts. This was only a small fraction of how much she baked last night, but at least by taking them to work and spreading them amongst my coworkers I reduced my overall biscuit consumption.
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Zonked

My wife and I both passed out in the living room this evening, exhausted from the day. We’d kept La Serpiente Aquatica Negra up until 7:30 tonight before giving her a bath and putting her to bed: until then she’d been quite happily running to and fro in the apartment, alternately eating broccoli casserole and reading Each Peach Pear Plum, and we didn’t want to interrupt this bliss with trying to put her down prematurely.

Baby in bed, we bought Blade Runner from the iTunes store, and settled down to watch it.

But, just as when I was stupid enough to buy Blade II, it takes more than four hours to download a two hour film (is that because it has Blade in the title and it has to be checked for offensive weaponry) and there was no way we were staying up until midnight. So much for video on demand.
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Back at the track

Coming down with hand foot and mouth meant I didn’t get to exercise for eight entire days, and I could feel myself getting grumpier as time went on, so I was glad to get back to the track. However, the rain today sapped my mood a bit, and I’m feeling a little under the weather: sore throat, sore back, sore head. Nor were things helped by a busy day at work or a poor night’s sleep: I knew I had to be cautious out of the gate.
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Everyone’s a winner

"Duran Duran."

"The Groover from Vancouver is Bryan Adams."

"Cats."

"Errol Brown was the lead singer of Hot Chocolate."

I arrived at the pub quiz five minutes late, having rushed as fast as I could from Chinatown. The first round was almost over when I sat down at the table, and added seven answers to the sheet without even hesitating. It was wet, and Rain Man was back. Back from the 1980s, given my ability to flawlessly answer questions about Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals and soft Canadian rock.
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Rainy Monday

Rainy season has returned to Singapore. Today I looked out the office window and the building where I live, four streets away, was invisible behind a wall of rain. It poured down, from just after midday until four in the afternoon, and if it wasn’t so cold in the office I’d have felt quite cosy looming out at the storm.
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