Everywhere wet, commented Noi, with pithy accuracy, as we wended our evening way south to Melaka. It's rained every day we've been in Malaysia, and often rained hard, as it did in occasional patches on the highway just now. But this is the rainy season, so there's nothing untoward here. Indeed, our repairing of the roof to Maison KL in November was predicated on the notion that it needed to be done before the leaks that were appearing were tested again. So we've been mildly congratulating ourselves on our timing - though the workmanship has yet to be thoroughly tested.
And this is not the chilly, soggy, rain of Manchester or Edinburgh. No matter how melancholy it gets, we never really quite enter Lear on the blasted heath territory. For which relief much thanks, as someone in another of the Bard's more melancholy efforts put it.
Monday, December 10, 2018
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