Open Doors

The apartment is in creative turmoil. I am hiding by the computer as Noi, aided by Rozita and abetted by Fi Fi & Fa Fa, puts the finishing touches to a mountain of grub and restructures the living space (as rooms are now called in lifestyle publications) to welcome a cartload of guests. As far as I know the missus hardly got any sleep last night as she was 'preparing'. She is quite remarkable. And I am lucky. Very.