The haze we've been suffering in this Far Place in recent days, a product of forest fires in nearby Indonesia, lifted today, prompting Noi and me to pop out this afternoon for the cup that cheers and two splendidly out-sized curry puffs from the nondescript little teh tarik place just round the corner from Bussorah Street. Then we ambled on to one of the many purveyors of exotic fabrics along Arab Street to get some material for a baju to be donned by Noi when she attends nephew Afiq's forthcoming wedding celebrations, leaving instructions with her tailor, who's resident on the same street, as to how to fashion the garment to be. There was just time for another quick cuppa, basking in the warm late-afternoon air, before it was, Home, James, and don't spare the horses.
So we didn't really do anything at all very much, and had a fine old time while we were at it.
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