In front of our house today

Just the usual roadworks (that have been there for a year) and some lovely dried fish, strategically placed to soak up all the goodness of the bus and taxi fumes as well as a coat of dust from the jackhammer action next to it. Bliss...

Moan moan moan

I was going to sit and write about our honeymoon today, but I am just too angry to - last night Typhoon Koppu destroyed most of our roof furniture, filled our living room with water and now, this morning, I am the only one sitting in the office.

When Typhoon Signal 8 is hoisted, people are allowed to leave the office or not come in. But as I read this morning that the signal should be lowered to 3 by 10am, I imagined that everyone would be in anyway, keen to get on with the day and not stay at home for the sake of an hour. So I rushed in so as not to be the only one who sat at home while others toiled and of course, I lose. I'm more than a little miffed. I could have had an hour's extra sleep.

Not to mention the fact that Krusty left on a 10-day business trip last night, so I was left alone to affront the storm, and now I am alone to clean up the debris.

Harumph.

Actually, this is not dissimilar to a few moments of the honeymoon, in terms of ranting. In fact Krusty started calling it the honeyMOAN at one point...

Crude awakening

We're back from the land of rolling hills and people who talk with their hands, and oh how different this morning's stalls of dried shrimp, oysters and sea cucumber were to the bounty of tomatoes, aubergines and courgettes we left behind...

The last meal we had in Italy was on the terrasse of a pizzeria overlooking the Colosseum. It has been there since 1956. Back in Hong Kong, a new restaurant called Modern Toilet has just opened, with seats shaped like, that's right, toilets and drinks served in cups designed as mini-urinals.

Now where would you rather be:

Here?


Or here?