Someone asked me, so, do you have a life outside of work? Do you have friends?
I wanted to say, course I do, go read my blog, so many things happen to me, I don’t have enough time to write them down. But I didn’t. But really, I am so happening I spend only fifteen minutes at dinner with the family. And today was no different.
Everyone at home’s still recovering from the dastardly flu, and between residual coughs and mouthfuls of food (we had pork ribs, tofu, kailan and pork soup), we speculated on what LKY’s new title would be. I offered “PMF”, for Prime Minister’s Father. Lee Kuan Yew, MP, PMF. Like The Queen Mother. Thought of fondly, sometimes revered, and expected to say odd things once awhile that might embarrass the family.
My father laughed and choked on his soup and coughed and coughed till I got worried.
HM Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother. 1900-2002.