Yesterday afternoon was spent watching Noi instruct Fafa in the grave art of baking cookies for her friends, and trying to figure out a way of getting her, Noi that is, to agree to getting the girls back with their parents in Woodlands by 7.00 pm. Not that their parents particularly wanted them back by that time. No, this was part of a cunning plan to drop their Mak Ndak into a surprise party waiting cunningly at the other end of the island. And we succeeded - much to the surprise of us all, I suspect.
Actually the party took place a week before the highly significant birthday it was designed to commemorate, but I suppose that was part of the surprise. And nobody needed much of an excuse to celebrate my Missus being around, least of all myself. There were quite a few younger members of the clan to provide entertainment - gangnam style, at one point. And it was particularly good to see Fahmi back from Afghanistan.
In recent months I have had a couple of dreams of being back in Uncle Peter and Auntie Bet's, in inimitably happy days, feeling the cosy baking warmth of family as it radiated back then. Nice to feel it here. Nice to be making memories for the youngsters who will, one day, happily mourn another world that has passed.
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