Yesterday was the only really busy day we've had here at home. In the morning our gardener-cum handyman-cum-generalgoodguy Devan cleaned the roofs and a fair amount of the exterior of the house using our recently acquired high pressure hose machine. Then Hamza and Sharifah popped around in the afternoon with the two younger girls to chat and eat and make merry - Hamza managing to sup at least three mugs of teh tarik whilst flying under Sharifah's radar. Noi isn't quite so watchful of my good self, but I must say I've cut back on the sweet stuff more than a little in recent months to put the bad cholesterol into decline. Much check soon to see if it's worked. But yesterday's little party won't have helped, I'm afraid.
Today, in contrast, has been one of almost complete peace. A squirrel in the tree branches has been the most active thing around the house - though Noi has concocted some tasty scones. (Yesterday's lamb dinner was a triumph in my eyes, but Noi has been oddly critical of it for some reason.) We're now at the Wangsa Ukay cafe on the Hill, basically to get on-line and eat a couple of prata, but we'll be going back to a couple of lamb wraps to conclude yesterday's grub, and I'm relishing the prospect.
The thirty minutes leading to the maghrib prayer was as restful a half hour as I've ever spent. The sun orange-red across the valley; the birdsong shimmering; the heart blossoming.
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