But for the grace of God and a good pilot we got back safely.
So here I am writing a 'good morning' post accompanied by my constant companion - a big mug of coffee in my "Best 70 year old in the World" mug, says the Mug!
Whenever my sister Maznah and Abang Long came for a visit , we would hear this voice from the back seat, saying quite frequently, " Cantik-nya ; kuasa Allah." This picture taken at 6.30 this morning - from where I'm doing this posting - is for you 'Nah, because I know how you love clouds.
Why this? The cases I mean, not the shy macho male in the background doing the washing up. We hate arriving at Terminal 4 because it means having to lug our luggage (by train) to Terminal 3 where we would then pick up the coach for the 3-hour journey to Leicester. Old age and decrepitude forced us to ask for help from little Wania's father.
|Wania in plaster, three months ago.|
But he was otherwise occupied, on standby, waiting for Wania's mother to deliver Wania's little sibling. So Mubashir came to the rescue. He needed a photo of our luggage to see whether there was enough room in his 2-door car. But all's well and Mubashir got us safely home. Here were two young Pakistanis helping out a MOG (Malay ole git) and a British SOG (silly ole git). What a wonderful world!!
But not really - for as long as such ideology continues to rain blood on Palestine and Gaza.
It's lovely to be back in our little haven here and I miss you all back home, especially our three moggies in Setiawangsa. I think Comot was trying to make a point here, or she was just eyeing the ikan bilis in the bottle .