Our colony is doing well, with the little creatures being swimming in vertical circles, even darting this way and that. And all we have to do is feed them a tiny spoonful of sachet 3 once every two days.
So, that having been taken care of, I’ve been taking a bit of time to exercise, going for 4km runs once every couple of days. And when I’m not able to manage a trot – the joints being a bit dodgy and all, I’ve walked. And I keep wondering why I forget how nice it is to take a walk in spite of the heat and humidity.
And then I remember what I’ve told myself many many times before. You can either complain about the weather or you can marvel at how a drop of rain feels on the back of your hand. Or in this case, how perspiration beads on your skin the moment you leave your apartment.
Then there are the cats of Chip Bee Gardens. They assemble on the pavements outside their homes and stare across the street at each other, meowing their greetings, and waiting for the right moment to caterwaul and congregate, because the time is right. Or something. You never know with these cats. But cute, lah. Or when it’s just rained, and the ground is damp, and the smell of rain and rotting leaves rise from the asphalt, mingle with that of doggie and cat poo and assault your nose, making you run / trot a little bit quicker.
Then you get to the shops, buy what you’re supposed to buy, lug the plastic bags back to where you came from, turn on the air-con as high as she’ll go, take off your shirt in the kitchen and start making dinner, cursing that you’ve forgotten the garlic, even though you wrote it down in your list.