Just finished two bowls of the Missus's trusty lentil soup, with crusty bread. I reckon that's all I need to say. Sheer poetry. (The soup, not my writing - though I thought the 'trusty'/'crusty' rhyme was pretty good.)
An attempt to convey a few of the thoughts & feelings of an expatriate teacher in sunny Singapore (and adjacent spots on occasion.)
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