Cold in Singapore

It rained again this morning, and although the temperature is in the mid-twenties, it felt cold. So cold, in fact, that I wore a corduroy suit to work today, and didn’t faint from heat exhaustion ten feet from my front door. And the rain rained on, and the rain rained on us.

At lunchtime, I walked over to my bike shop and bought some new inner tubes so I could finish changing my tyres tonight. This evening I was unpleasantly surprised to find that the front axle of my bike was seized, or the bolt had been rounded off when it was last serviced a year ago, and in either case i can’t get the front wheel off. This is going to require the attention of a specialist, and possibly a new bolt if I ever want to be able to change the wheel myself. Oh, and the rear brake is gone again.

On the positive side, when I reinflated the rear tyre, it didn’t explode under the pressure, so I’m some way towards my new-and-improved transport of delights. Just not completely there yet. The journey is better than the destination. Supposedly.

Last night I didn’t sleep well, which is always super inconvenient when you’re knackered from running and need a proper rest. It wasn’t until I’d taken melatonin, thrashed around on the sofa and put on an old eye shade from a plane trip that I finally got to sleep. Six hours before I woke up again, and found that yesterday’s exercise had made me gain weight, not lose it.

Perhaps this feeling of cold is to do with being overtired. Or perhaps I have a cold. Neither of which are wonderful alternatives. And so, rather than stay up late and practicing my Spanish verb conjugations, I think I’ll have to try to sleep.

1 thought on “Cold in Singapore

  1. It’s 3 degrees here. I think there might be something wrong with you.

    If I can’t sleep, some comedy radio programmes help. They have to be funny enough that they are relaxing rather than irritating and any very sharp canned laughter ruins it. I’m not sure that makers of said programmes would be pleased to know that their programmes send me to sleep, but honestly it’s a mark of quality by my book.

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