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  • Ewan The Dream Sheep

    This evening I managed to put Destroyer down for the night. Usually I have La Serpiente duty because I can’t feed Destroyer down, but tonight Destroyer took my hand and started to wander out of her sister’s bedroom. I don’t think she’d quite thought this through, but I walked her into her room and got […]

  • A morning above Taipei

    I like the hotel we’re in, the Wonstar, a strange place nestled above a Family Mart near Songshan station, but the room is windowless. That meant we had twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep in pitch black darkness, but there was no way to figure out the weather outside. And don’t for a moment think of […]

  • Day Two

    Last night I spent too much time stressing over intractable technical problems, but I woke this morning to find them all resolved, which indicates sleeping through difficulties is often the best way forward. I woke at 5:45 with no chance of going back to sleep, so I faffed about for a bit then went for […]

  • Up and down and up and down again

    Last night I had a long, slow run where I ran up Mount Faber and then down the other side, and then slowly jogged home. Tonight was a hill session, which should have been a short, sharp shock and then home again, but since Singapore is pretty flat, the closest hill to our flat is […]

  • Feel the heat

    I had calls from 8 this morning, so I rushed to the office for them. As I sat on my exercise ball, headset om, trying to make out what the other people on the video conference were saying, I noticed I was getting hotter and hotter. Was I stressed? Had I walked too fast to […]

  • Things I learned at the end of the year

    Last night I stayed up way too late, reading Madame Bovary. The Christmas period is a good time for rest and reflection, catching up on sleep and getting organized. Not for depriving yourself of sleep by rereading French novels. Needless to say, La Serpiente Aquatica Negra awoke at seven as usual and came to wake […]

  • Spinning

    Today I went to 7cycle.sg for a spinning class. This is the second time ever I’ve gone to a spinning class (the first time was in 2000, at Club La Santa in Lanzarote while on a cycling holiday) and I was a little sore after yesterday’s session at the track. Spinning classes are fundamentally ludicrous […]

  • Farewell, Forerunner 210

    Alas, my poor Garmin, I’ve drowned you in sweat. I had a Garmin Forerunner 210 for a couple of years; I bought it when I lost my enormous Forerunner 305, a silver and maroon housebrick of a device that I lost on holiday in Chiang Mai. (Well, mislaid: it showed up in a backpack a […]

  • A late night

    I never thought when I was younger that I would be spending Tuesday nights wrestling with compression tights at way past eleven o’clock. And that’s not a euphemism for anything, that’s just how late things are tonight when I finally got ready to go to bed, and realised that with legs still so sore from […]

  • A drop in the ocean

    This morning I got up at 6:15, had a bit of breakfast and tried to get a taxi to MacRitchie. For ten minutes, not a single car went past. Then three taxis came, each on shift change, not wanting to go my way. Another taxi drove past with a green light, but the driver pointedly […]