mum loses her cellphone but manages to borrow a 'phone to contact people to help her.
every night before bed i revise the 'phone numbers of seven people, she tells me proudly. my friends (5), my neighbor downstairs (1), and yours.
this is brilliant i think. some of us have no idea what our own number is, never mind seven other people's.
mum loses her cellphone and many people mobilize to help look after her shopping access the shop cctv call her 'phone (unfruitfully) and plan to bring her to get a new set before she finds the offending item at home.
all i can say is, how kind people are!
we look for white goods for the new old place today.
fortunately for us HOM is systematic and meticulous in researching options merchants and prices and can hold his own knowledgeably. because me, i am a sucker for sweet-talking sales people as long as they are not too smarmy. and most fortunately God blesses us with a down-to-earth sales guy who gives us his rock bottom prices like a gentleman.
it is exhausting nevertheless. we'll go shopping for tiles and fixtures and paints! the designer chirps. we have no wish to go shopping, i tell her witheringly. that's why we came to you.
HOM and i bite the bullet put down the deposit and sign on to our biggest scale renovation yet and realize with gradually-growing equal-parts delight and trepidation that we are committed to moving back to the old place. by year's end, if all goes well.
may God bless this next phase.
yee-hah!
time was when one wore a plain blue mask in the procedure room and nowhere else.
six years down it is a niche fashion statement cum survival tool. as i report to HOM:
the bus it be full
the people they be coughing
fortunately, mask
