Some People Are Very Clingy

The Son voluntarily gave me a hug this morning when he woke up, and it felt beyond fantastic. He does not usually give voluntary hugs - hugs are forced upon him.

Thereafter, I was required by His Royal Highness to sit with him whilst he watched a particular High Five CD for the 50,000th time. He likes it when I sing along, and even better if I dance along. Unfortunately it's not easy to get ready for work while dancing and singing, but Some People get very upset when I try to wander off.

We tried to bluff him into thinking that I wasn't gone for one week, just one day. Just one extremely long day, that got dark several times. He didn't buy it. I was informed about tantrums and crying jags that occurred very very early in the morning, usually about the time that I would otherwise be fighting with him over my (MY) pillow whilst he tries to push me and it off the bed.

Bought him a really cool present from Harrods (a Mini Coupe with the English flag painted on it, which wanders, battery-operated, through a map of London). Unfortunately the Mini was manufactured in China, which means it is already broken. I'd like to strangle the factory owner that makes such shoddy products. Not to mention the effort of lugging the stuff back in my suitcase, which some cheeky customs officer decide to label as "HEAVY - DO NOT LIFT WITHOUT ASSISTANCE". Indeed.

A well-meaning friend asked me to buy back some kweh from London. Where to find kweh, I ask. Belgravia? I can't even find decent sushi, although I did pass the now famous Japanese restaurant (Itsu) during a long and frozen search for some cheap hot food, which ended with a not-so-cheap pizza for 1 at Pizza Express (S$21). Tried looking for the pollonium kweh (it glows green) but my Geiger counter conked out in the frozen air.

So, after one week of jiat loti lem teh, I'm back. I'm really really back.