With noon approaching we're just about finished packing up here at Maison KL, and we'll be off to Melaka to visit the troops there and undermine their confidence in the gooners' rather tasty beginning to the season. Past experience will ensure said confidence is as fragile as Wayne Rooney's ego, so the task is not likely to be difficult.
Also we need to visit Mak in the new hospital at Alor Gajah. She was admitted the other day due to her blood sugar being low and we're hoping to find her in good form with her sweetness restored.
And after that it'll be back to our usual Far Place since I've got examination duties despite the day being technically a holiday. All this travelling puts me in mind of Shakespeare's frequent shading of travel into travail in the sonnets, usually when he's moaning about being on the road away from his Beloved. Fortunately since I've got mine with me (and a reasonable sound system in our vehicle) there's little sense of labour about the process.
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