Day out

Played tourist and went to Gardens by the Bay in the late afternoon, and stayed for the sound and light show at dusk. Then walked over to Marina Bay Sands for dinner, and caught their sound and light show by the water.

The remains of the day

I wasn't even going to try and take a beautifully composed food-porn picture of my dinner when all the food bloggers do so much better. I'll just be perverse and take one of what's left on the plate when we're done with roast chicken and coleslaw, and cold cha soba noodles. An East meets West dinner.

Back to posting food pix

Went off my feed for almost 3 weeks when I was ill. Good way to lose weight, I guess. Equally good to come back eating when L has a chicken in the oven. He's a "let's see what we have in the fridge" sort of cook. Hence chicken stuffed with a lemon, and drizzled with more lemon, and draped with bacon rashers, then shoved into the oven to roast. Not found in any recipe book, but hey, that's OK. It was tangy and anything with bacon can't be bad. It had the dogs sitting under the table, patiently waiting.

Dream story

L had a dream about me last night.

I was walking a husky in a forest in winter. A bear suddenly came out of the forest and started chasing us. After running for a while, I said "eff this", and stopped to hide behind a tree. I told the husky, "You go look for a phone and call 999." The husky looked at me intelligently and ran off.

L has always said that he wanted to take me on a trip back to his beloved Toronto, especially in the winter. I have always demurred, especially the winter bit. This must be where it's all coming from. The loveliest thing though, is that I have a dog, a husky!

Been sick

Had a cough and a high fever that wouldn't abate after two days of antibiotics so the doctor insisted that I take a blood test for dengue. I don't have dengue, but the blood panel indicated something else -- I have thalassemia. In fact, I've had it for almost 50 years without knowing it -- it's genetic and I was born with it.

It's not a medical issue, more physiological, I suppose. And given that I'm not about to breed, I don't need to do anything about it. Otherwise, I'll have to go for genetic counselling.

In other words, life pretty much remains the same. It just feels weird to be told that you've got a condition for almost 50 years. It's like you always thought you are dark haired, and then someone comes along and says you haven't been looking in the mirror properly, and that you're really blonde.

Oh, and the cough and fever went away. It just took a little longer than two days.