For no reason I can think of, we stayed up until 1am last night, which meant I rode to the Parkrun today on even less sleep than usual. That’s one excuse for why I had a lousy time today (or at least well off my personal best) – on top of that there was the week I’ve had at work, the lack of training lately, and the cold I’m starting to come down with. At least I made it there and back, I suppose. We’ve got no hot water in the apartment until Tuesday due to a problem with our boiler, so I came home, had a cold shower and then we went out to Ronin to have breakfast. And to pretend to our daughter that her owl, Arctic Bill, was drinking a coffee.
The best scrambled eggs in Singapore are still the best scrambled eggs in Singapore. Another thing that hasn’t changed is that just as I was in the office from Monday to Friday, I was in the office this morning as well, spending a couple of hours pummeling a presentation into a presentable form. Then I got a call to say that our broadband was ready to be installed, so I went home.
To get fibre broadband installed and working, a man has to come round with a laptop and do mysterious Technical Stuff, then get $53.50 from you in cash, and then go away. And then in a few days’ time, you get internet access. This strikes me as a very strange way of going about things, but I was far too tired to make any sort of protestation. And what is money, after all? (Our daughter’s higher education fund, I suppose.)
Our daughter refused to nap today, which meant she spent the whole day getting more and more excitable, until the hour before bedtime consisted of little apart from trying to stop her jumping up and down on the sofa and pitching off it headfirst towards the floor. This made for a relaxing end to the day. Thankfully, after bath time and a read through of "Where The Deep Ones Are" she settled very quickly, and we could spend the evening recovering, like shell-shocked soldiers, from her onslaught.
Being still rather undisciplined, it’s ten-forty-five now and I’m still awake. Something needs to be done about this, and the solution isn’t writing about it. So I’m off to bed now, hoping for other excitements tomorrow…
One response to “No coffee for Arctic Bill”
Ah, dear Arctic Bill. I thought you were going to tell the world that La Serpienta had tried to dunk him in the coffee.