Made my way up to Holland Village in the middle of the day, in between bouts of marking of the international variety. A good way to shake out the cobwebs.
And it looks like the cobwebs are being shaken around at the village with a new shopping precinct opened now at the back of the old hawker centre. As usual it features the same outlets you see in every mall. Lots of coffee shops. So I took a perverse delight in supping on the cheap stuff from one of the old hawker stalls. Enjoyed reading my book there - Maggie O'Farrell's Hamnet, in case you are curious - and generally not being part of the crowd.
Now back in my very comfortable, though slightly lonely, homestead and just played a touchingly late version by a very elderly crowd of Pogues of a great song of exile. Suits my outsider mood. Just temporary (the mood) as are all things.
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