Now temporarily established in Maison KL, listening to RVW's Sea Symphony as the evening approaches of an extremely hot, very relaxing day. Relaxing, that is, except for the necessary marking and the activities of little Afnan who has been enjoying the exploration of a house he's never seen before. It's amazing how much a nipper with just a few months of walking behind him can find to do on a flight of stairs.
We picked up the little chap at the Ayer Keroh services, his parents having decided that he'd better stay with us for a day or two for some reason that escapes me. Fortunately we have a team of four to deal with the situation, Rozita and Fafa having accompanied us to the Malaysian capital.
It was not a fantastically difficult journey, but we only got here after midnight, mainly as a result of the big jam getting into Malaysia on the Malaysian side - to be expected, of course, approaching Chinese New Year. Unfortunately due to a fairly catastrophic personal misjudgement I discovered an urgent need to get to a lavatory just as we joined the jam resulting in a couple of hours of physical and mental suffering of a high order. It was easy to guess from the various other people hurrying to the tandas just after immigration into this noble land that I hadn't been the only one with the problem. There are some experiences you don't want to repeat, and this was one.
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