Just a bit of lavatorial-silly-ha-ha. Phonecam-snapped while stuck in traffic.

Slogan reads; “WE WOULD LOVE TO HANDLE YOUR PACKAGE”

It’s quite surreal how one just slips into domesticity and all-round wifey-ness. It feels like I’ve been here all my life.

I’m still in that eager-to-please mode, bombarding The Other with msn missives; “Was your breakfast still warm? Were the eggs fine? Was lunch ok or did I overdo the tomato sauce? Are the leftovers from your mum fine for supper? etc etc etc”.

No worries, that kak will soon end;)

I thought getting married meant suddenly acquiring an adult-mindset. I’m still playing house, and it is great fun.

I sometimes find that a writers block can be eroded by going back to a random notation from the past. I’m hopping this one will unhinge something.

“Oblivious to the greater social ramification, Ling and Charles Curr, named their newborn ‘Wan’.”
-’Good Intentions’ from Cheaper Than A Moleskine (Jan 13, 2006)