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I was out late at a work function today, which meant I didn’t get home until after eight o’clock, hardly playing the part of the dutiful son or father. My parents flew in today via Dubai, and regrettably I wasn’t around to greet them.

This was a particularly egregious failing as they’d brought with them 18 kilograms of books. That must be a new record for transporting literature through the air, at least for my family. There was also a ludicrous mound of clothes for the girls, and biscuits for us. I’m glad to say they didn’t try to refresh our stock of gin, as we still have three bottles loitering in the kitchen. I must get around to resolving to drink all my booze.

Tomorrow we all go to Bintan by ferry, a new destination for all of us. La Serpiente went to Bali last year, but this will be Destroyer’s first visit to Indonesia. I’m looking forward to a few days away from work, time to relax and recharge with three generations of my family, before getting back to the usual insanity of life.

Optimistically, I’ve packed running kit. I’m not sure how that will turn out…

Late this evening, I went to the supermarket with mu dad to buy food for Destroyer. On the way back, we stopped at a cash deposit machine, the inverse of an ATM, where trusting Singaporeans can manually insert thousands of dollars into the bank. The machine didn’t work, which after a few tries I discovered was because it was full. Two men then came along, unlocked and unloaded what was shaped like a very hefty, money-filled photocopier, and wheeled the cash away on a trolley. At 10pm. Without wearing body armour. Or being assaulted. That’s not something I imagine would ever happen where I grew up. What a very tidy country.


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