As a I sit at my bar table having breakfast in shorts and T- shirt in lovely Singapore, reading this makes me count my blessings. By some stroke of luck, Gatwick opened for operations on the sunday i was flying home and it stopped snowing that very morning ... just for 1 day.
Although I have only been away for 13weeks, somehow it felt like almost half a year (if not more) has passed. Its not that I havent enjoyed my term, but it has been an exhausting one albeit exciting one. I found wingchun, much to the dismay of my mum, who promptly dragged me to the chinese sinseh after seeing all the bruises on my chest and hands. (We had to be punch bags for our respective partners to practise on. And my partner, S, is really one strong woman. The massive blue- black on my sternum speaks for itself.) Im more than glad that she was assured by him that not only is minor bruises and cuts part and parcel of martial arts, but that the basic stance of wingchun is a fantastic way for women to keep prolapse and osteoarthritis at bay.
So I begin my holidays, by getting my mum her new iphone4 (calculated that with viber and such, we would save more on long distance calls in the long run), wakeboarding classes with my brother (so rusty that Im aching all over now), visiting my Gran who is recovering very well from her knee surgery, a family Harry Potter outing and loads of kopi, kaya toasts, hokkien prawn mee, carrot cake, wanton mee and pork floss buns.
Keep fingers crossed for me that flights back to London will all be cancelled. I could really do with more than 10days in Singapore.
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