Noi has travelled up to KL with Rozita to visit Sharifah, who's in hospital at the moment, and to check on the on-going saga of the new floor in our house there. So I'm left to cope manfully with the basics of feeding myself. Fortunately, more than ample supplies have been laid-in, including exquisite quiche and curry puffs to die for. So no need to be overly concerned about Yours Truly.
On her departure The Missus uttered a gnomic comment about the likelihood of my playing music at a reasonably loud volume. Which is what I'm doing now, so as not to let her down. And, sort of simultaneously, I'm getting on with some reading. Fafa lent me her copy of Sally Rooney's Normal People. Sort of engaging in its exploration of love & sexuality, but not exactly Proust. And not what I'd think of as normal. But each to his own, I suppose.
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