Great slumber blanketed over me after the phone conversation with Serene upon returning home, from a cold night of wind, damaged shield and wrapped smartly under cufflinked shirt.

Her mum had missed the date, so we had an alternative program to eat at TM’s Yoshinoya, but in view of the time we knocked off (thanks to a few complicated emails on my side), we did not have time to see if there are any nice nos to bid at Singtel shop.

The journey home had been pretty peaceful, except for having to put up with a battered shield and discarding at the end of Home Run.

Time to make some plans for a short overseas trip so we can relax our mind for a recomposition for work.