Popped down to Orchard Road this evening intending to buy some CDs. Failed in an epic manner as there are no shops left selling them.
Returned disconsolate on the bus, having established my credentials as a man of the people by travelling down on one, along with the Missus, doing her woman of the people bit. All I can say is that if the people have to wait as long as we did for the 14 every day they'd have good reason to be banging on the doors of the elite.
Happiest sound on Orchard Road was the multitudinous din of the birds settling down for the evening in the trees by the roadside as we arrived. Mind you, their not-so-silent presence overhead made us both a bit uneasy about being adorned with an unwanted gift from the heavens as we waited to cross the road.
And after all that, it was home to the Missus's patented carrot cake - which made up for more than everything. And so to bed!
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