This evening we went to Chicheti, an Italian restaurant near Arab Street, that I haven’t been to since a birthday party two or more years ago. They do a very reliable pizza, plus desserts, plus I had a bottle of beer and several glasses of wine.

Luckily I’d been climbing beforehand so I had… an empty stomach and aching limbs. No, that’s not the way to do it. 

We got home about 1030,replete and satisfied, the kids still asleep. They had woken up this morning to find their insomniac father on the floor, playing Sleeping Dogs and having to explain away why I was flailing with a crowbar and swearing in Cantonese. Only appropriate, then, that I would finish the day as I started. 

And so to bed. 


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