Bye-bye Debbie…

Having made it back to Singapore from Bali, and after getting ourselves through what turned out to be a slightly shocking acclimatisation process (Nick did not want to be back from his happy place and I was pretty much asleep with my eyes open, achieving nothing and dreaming of being back at the flat and at the pool, where we all knew Debbie would be busily topping up her tan), there was only a few more days of Debbie Time left.

            After battling through work, Nick had an evening of working (and gaming) with his name on it, so he headed straight back to the flat once he escaped the office, whilst I took Debbie to my favourite place in Singapore, PS Café.

Pure terror at the realisation that a side of chips is bigger than her entire head

I first went to PS Café with Nick as a bit of a date night when I was still not too sure about Singapore and we had both been working so much that it had lost some of its appeal. PS Café more than won it back. It’s beautiful there, and whilst Monday night isn’t really the perfect time for a huge dinner and three full courses, seeing as it was Debbie’s last Monday in Singa, it was entirely justified!

            We had a cocktail to start, then shared wine and a cheese toasty sandwich dipped in tomato soup (our healthy starter). Then there was leftover lasagne (with extra layers of veggies, meatballs and penne past thrown in for good measure), salads and even topped off with a shared slice of carrot cake. Fat Girl Mondays just reached a whole new level.

            After dinner we rolled ourselves into a taxi and before heading home to prepare for Debbie’s last day we thought we ought to stop in and take a look at Debbie's family's old house. Just one road further on from our dinner destination we pulled passed the unofficial residence of the Singaporean Prime Minister (and all the other multi-millionaire) to get to Debbie's old front door. The taxi driver laughed at us as Debbie ran up to the gate to take a photo for her parents and then posed for a pic in front of their old house number, and then he very nicely drove us home, all the while giggling and laughing as Debbie pieced back together her memories of singapore and realised that she'd been a bit lost before as her parents lived at the very opposite of Orchard Road from our little flat. She had been close, but no cigar.  

Outside Number Five!

I had been unable to take any extra time off, so even through it was her last day in Singapore Debbie got to do exactly what she wanted to do with her day, which was lie by the pool and top up on those final few rays that were going to make all the difference when she walks into work on Thursday morning. Sun tanning success!

            Tuesday dinner was just at a very causal French place on Club Street, where we shared cheese boards and BBQ chicken and a bottle of prosecco.

The last supper 

Then it was time to bundle Debbie into a taxi, to wave until the car had turned the corner and was out of sight. And then it was home time. Back to the home where there’s only me and Nick. No Debbie anymore. Sad face.