This weekend, whilst failing (standard) to pick an appropriate place for
Saturday brunch, the rest of the weekend was filled with a selection of
fabulous chilled out and occasionally super British activities.
On
Saturday, having spent most o the afternoon waiting around for the aircon men
to come and run some checks, tests and basic cleaning tasks we headed out for a
lovely dinner with a group of Nick’s work friends and industry buddies.
Nick’s main client (who
we see quite a bit of) was the organiser of the event, so with him and his wife
and three other couples, the ten of us gathered at a relaxed garden style bar
called The Green Door for a couple of drinks in the setting sunlight, which was
a lovely way to start off the evening.
From
there we took a five minute stroll over to a huge Thai place, which served
amazing dinner, great cocktails and hosted some bizarre traditional Thai style
dancing and musical entertainment on the side.
Whilst
at dinner we discovered that one of the couples present had actually signed
their legally binding Singaporean marriage certificate during the afternoon. So
whilst they had two other full weddings planned in their hometowns for the
following year, this was actually their wedding day. It was a bizarre but fun
discovery, and obviously called for a couple of extra toasts to be made
throughout the evening, but otherwise it was just a totally normal dinner with
relative strangers, as was expected.
The
evening ended fairly early and with general good behaviour in place, not least
because I had to be up at the crack of dawn for yet another golf lesson (the
final one!).
The
following morning I arrived at the driving range slightly worried by the
massive grey clouds that were covering the skies, but impressed with the beautiful
rainbow that seemed to touch the ground just in front of me!
Within
about 15 minutes the skies opened and the rain that thundered down was like
nothing I’ve ever seen before (made all the more impressive as I was three
stories up and the rain was blowing in the open sides of the structure).
The
rain started, and it didn’t stop. It rained so much that even though I was
mostly undercover, I ended the session soaked to the skin from the driving
direction of the rain, the leaking roof and the soggy floor.
As
the class eventually drew to an end I stuck around for longer than normal,
working through an extra 100 balls and hoping the rain would ease up. When it
didn’t I spent ten minutes trying to get a taxi back. When that failed too, I
put up my (leaking) umbrella and walked ten minutes to the MRT station. From
the soggy warm outside, to the freezing cold air conditioned train, I then
shivered all the way home, through three train swaps and a full hour-long
journey.
I
arrived at our local MRT station feeling utterly miserable, looking like a
drowned rat and starving hungry (it was definitely lunchtime). In an attempt to
restore the joy to my Sunday, I trudged through driving rain to pick up bagels
and bacon from ColdStorage, and then to Starbucks to pick up lazy-girl coffees,
before going back to the flat to don pyjamas and cook bacon for brunch, having
been welcome back by Nick doing laundry and tidying up – what a good boy!
Having
then dragged myself through the shower and into proper clothes, the final stop
on our weekend was a giant roast dinner at Harriet and Jamie’s house on the
East Coast.
The
taxi ride through the sludgy grey didn’t do much to comfort me, as by this
point all I wanted was to curl up on the sofa, watching the gross weather from the
warmth of the flat and never venturing out into the rain again.
Still,
once the other eight people arrived, the red wine was poured and it was announced
that there would be happy crumble and custard to follow a lunch of roast beef
(complete with Yorkshire puddings), things started to look a whole lot more manageable!
After eating an awful lot of food, and having made a couple of new friends, we
were home by 7pm and there was still plenty of sofa time to be done.
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