Here And There

Just concluded a late night call to the Missus. She's up at Mak's place, putting together a kenduri ahead of the fasting month. I can't be there because I have to be here, which is not optimal, but we just have to get on with things. Fortunately Noi has seen fit, as ever, to leave me with ample supplies to get me through these dark hours. It's amazing just how much morale a mighty pan-full of oxtail soup can restore (with plenty remaining for the morrow, I hasten to add.) So, don't fear for me: I will survive, as that fine songstress Ms Gloria Gaynor once memorably warbled.