Today the haze returned: after being washed out of the air by yesterday’s rainfall, by 5p.m. the air was full of the stench of burning once again. We got home and shut all the windows,[…]
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Month: September 2014
Parkrun with extra rain
At seven this morning I had another parkrun. This was made a bit tougher by waking up at 3 this morning and not being able to get back to sleep; for the rest of the[…]
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Gaest
This lunchtime, caught in a sudden shower and not keen to go far, I ran across the street to Gaest, a Norweigan csfe squeezed into a small gap in the bottom of an office building.[…]
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Hazed
The haze has returned to Singapore, and I feel quite aggrieved. Having spent all that money sending wife and child to the other side of the world for the summer, for the express purpose of[…]
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Jet lag
Our daughter slept all the way to Singapore, which was peaceful for everyone around us, but it meant that she was in no mind to sleep when we got home. We got her down at[…]
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Flying Disappointment
When we landed at Narita, we sat on the taxiway for 15 minutes, with nothing going on, waiting for another plane to get out the way. Or for somebody to sit down and stop rummaging[…]
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Back up in the air
Our flight took off an hour late from JFK, because they didn’t have enough runways, or the bloke who was meant to come and tarmac the right one had called in sick, or something or[…]
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Empellon Tacqueria
It took me almost four entire days from arriving in New York before I finally got tacos. After an abortive attempt to visit friends in New Jersey, where the culinary highlight of hanging around the[…]
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Wrong side of the water
A friend of mine lives over in New Jersey, near Wackenbutt or Wifflehawken or some such place across the water, so id arranged, in the most tenuous manner possible, to meet him this afternoon. Because[…]
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Last wedding of the year
The last wedding of our summer of weddings was an incredible way to finish off. It was at the Metropolitan Club, slap-bang on the southern side of Central Park, a quite ludicrously opulent building, an[…]
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