Forbidden Fruit

We’re now back in Singapore after a couple of days at Mak's in Melaka. Hanging loose there is always a good way to conclude a trip to Malaysia. Usually we confine ourselves to our small lives at the house and don't wander around too much. A trip to Cheng Heights to use the swimming pool there is about as far as we normally explore, and we duly took to the waters on Monday with four nieces in noisy attendance. But today we found ourselves in Alor Gajah for the first time in quite a while, having rather a jolly time. Noi and the girls drank chendol from a stall on the square, near the little museum, and time stood still. The town has developed somewhat from when we more regularly used to go there - before we really moved into Maison KL. Having said it still aspires to be little more than a sleepy small town in Malaysia, a pretty good thing to be.

Back at the ranch Noi decided to sample some durian, from one of the trees around the house. This is the only chance she gets to eat the stuff domestically as it remains fruit non grata at Still Road. There was nothing about its odour today that was going to soften my stance on the matter. I was going to post some photos as evidence of the afternoon's gourmandising, but Blogger seems to be a bit limited in its functions today.