We warmed up the house, took a lovely hot shower and had a decent meal of mushroom omelette, boiled spuds and brussels sprouts. Only my laptop, worn out from travelling 6,800 miles gave up the ghost. It spitted and spluttered for days before Samsudin our Computer Man wrung it by its neck and got it working, like now.
Each morning I look at the view from the Study window and this I recorded at 7.07 am.
Then I would go downstairs ....
........ where I would find Jack's 'welcome home'' gift - the last summer rose from his garden - still emitting an intoxicating fragrance.
......... Socks, Comot and Rusty keep on tugging my heartstrings.
It's back to a cool, quiet respite from a hectic KL, from driving into Pudu three times a week and anticipating in trepidation, noisy assaults from the shenanigans of Ikan Bakar Sekinchan.
It will now be a life of walks into the City Centre, to Victoria Park sans car and insane motorcyclists. It's a time for thinking, reminiscing and writing.
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