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Journeyed up to our house in the Malaysian capital yesterday. Enjoyed a fairly routine arrival, finding the place in good order, which the Missus turned into excellent order in little to no time, wielding a trusty mop to do so. (I joined in to do my bit, by the way, so no finger-pointing on the sexism front, please.) The minor fly in the proverbial ointment was a lack of access to the Internet since our service provider decided not to provide service. It seems a payment we made in late June to them somehow escaped their notice and since we didn't keep a receipt we are deemed at fault, even though I reckon we're not, according to the laws of natural justice. There's a lesson in all this somewhere, and I suspect we'll have to learn it, rather than our clueless service provider.

Mind you, the ease with which we managed to pay an electricity bill today to Tanaga Nasional has sort of restored my faith in human nature, in this case the human nature possessed of a nondescript security guard at their branch at Taman Melawati who guided us through the whole procedure of paying through an intimidating ATM-like kiosk which we'd never have attempted but for him. That saved us a further visit to the Post Office in order to hand over the shekels, enabling us to drive back to the hill for a welcome cup of tea and two surpassingly excellent curry puffs, a much more rewarding way of passing the time.

I'm about to play yet another Emmylou Harris album to soothe the furrowed brow, having fruitfully un-furrowed said brow with four others this morning. Yes, the holiday has officially begun.