This morning I had an early team phone call, so I couldn’t take La Serpiente to school. Instead, I put on some headphones and kept my phone on mute, listening to the call while trying to persuade Destroyer to eat her cereal and not sling it across the table. Fun times. Continue reading “Early morning phone shenanigans”
Thursday comes, and with it another swimming lesson. Today was my second attempt to master breaststroke, and also my first attempt to explain to my swimming coach why I’d had 14 different swimming teachers, without using the phrase "ice cold pool of dilute juvenile piss". (My 14 different swimming teachers is a terrible lie my wife is spreading; it was 14 years of swimming lessons with an indeterminate number of unsympathetic swimming teachers whose pedagogical technique was uniformly comprised of yelling and blowing a whistle.)
Continue reading “Swimming Lesson #6”
It is, of course, the 75th anniversary today of Shostakovich’s 9th Symphony first being played (in Leningrad) and to celebrate, everyone in Singapore gets the day off.
Oh, hang on, no, let me check my notes. It’s because today is the 52nd anniversary of Singapore.
Continue reading “National Day 2017”
I found my hat, where I’d hidden it under a piece of cloth at some point in the last week, and now there is balance in the world again. That was about the most momentous thing that happened today. Continue reading “Much Ado About Nothing Much”
Last night, enraged that I couldn’t find my book or my hat, I ate so many Ruffles that I awoke today with a body that, like Lot’s wife, consisted mostly of salt. But at some point in that frenzy of rage and beach-related angst, I found the book, Power Hungry, and at least I could sleep. Continue reading “Fake fake food”
After happily sleeping for twelve hours on Friday night, it was almost inevitable that we’d get no sleep on Saturday night, and so I felt like death today. I took a nap and woke unable to tell if I was tired or just paralysed, and then we went to the beach at Sentosa to see a friend.
Continue reading “Life’s a beach”
Last night, after Destroyer screamed at me because I couldn’t find Chicka Chicka Boom Boom to read to her, I fell asleep on her bed. My wife came in after an hour and woke me, and I went into our room, lay on the bed and woke up at 9 this morning, wearing the clothes I’d put on yesterday. I guess a week of four hour sleeps every night has a way of catching up with you.
Continue reading “Twelve Hours”