Been back for nearly 2 weeks : the moggies were happy to see us.
But the spouse was already showing signs of exhaustion. He succumbed to the infections we picked up on the plane and it ended in this for both of us.
Through the haze of sniffles, sore throats, hacking coughs, fever and headache one's thoughts wander to Victoria Park where the spouse would wander almost every day to feed the gulls.
Walking back home from the Park we also noticed these 'leftovers' on the pavements.
|Used capsules of nitrous oxide (laughing gas) - another form of recreational drug for 21st century young denizens.|
The 'creativity' of the young in filling up their their hedonistic and high-tech lives are quite amazing - makes my generation with their ciggies and rock 'n' roll very tame indeed.
But some things remain unchanged.
|Hope springs eternal even in Leicester. We get this through our letterbox very frequently.|
This image below - up to 10-15 years ago - is not a typical scene, in where we live in this part of Leicester.
Fly tipping, of broken bits of furniture, mattresses, children's bicycles, broken plastic roofing, planks and all sorts of odds and ends have also blighted this residential area - again a recent introduction by our EU brethren.
Still, one has to ....
But bananas in Leicester are tasteless.
Back in Setiawangsa, we discovered a little stall that has a regular supply of my favourite pisang emas.
On the second day of Chinese New Year we decided to get our usual supply of bananas and papayas. But the shop was shut. As I walked towards the stall selling my favourite pisang goring, I became aware of the openness of the little street and the peaceful, quiet surroundings because there were hardly any cars or motor-bikes.
It was just like walking along the lanes in Kampung Abu Kassim, Pasir Panjang, Singapore 60 years ago. I felt a bit tearful but I can't blame it entirely on the impending cold. Time and tide can break many a heart!
I went back the next day to snap some pictures, hoping to recapture in Kramat, that bit of my past.
But it was just a wild fancy. This was all I could get. No more rose-coloured spectacles!
|Jalan AU 3/12 at 0730.|
|Remembering a kampung wayside - minus the car and the atap genting.|
The moral of my posting : for all those aged from 13 or thereabouts to 40, 50, 60 ; record and remember the scenes that make up the tapestry of your being before it's too late.