This is one of my many intentions for this special year of my life. Many of the 50 items in my Bucket List will indeed be things that I wish to do more of to make me happy. I have previously lived my life day by day going through the motions of working, cleaning, cooking, sorting out the boys and all the minutiae of running a home and family. And time just flew by and I had no recollection of how the years have gone by. Now I am more mindful about my days - I choose to create ...
Life
Never too old to take up a new sport
My thoughts often turn to my late parents when I return to South East Asia, especially when I visit the sea. So here I am at Patong Beach in Phuket, having just arrived the previous night. An early morning venture out to the beach before the crowds arrive. My father loved the sea and was interested in all manner of water sports in his younger days. He swam, snorkelled and dived in the sea. He also loved deep sea fishing, going out with friends in a boat for hours. There were many black & ...
Little old ladies leading the way
I am on the road again - not 120 miles but 3,400 miles this time. New York again for work. As usual I travel on a Saturday in order to get the discounted airfare. Breakfast is being served at the British Airways Galleries Club Lounge. I am trying to be healthy and hence went for grapefruits and tomato juice. However, I spotted a couple of little old ladies ahead who have had no hesitation starting on the champagne at 10.30am! When I get to that age, please let me be like them! I got ...
Eating out whilst travelling alone
I have driven to Bristol for a property training course over the weekend. This is my first trip into Bristol and I am staying in an area called Clifton. It is a gorgeous part of Bristol with beautiful buildings with lovely architecture. I am staying at the Rodney Hotel which is a small old fashioned little independent hotel. Typically of hotels in Britain, my single room is very, very small indeed. "There is no room to swing a cat" is the expression that came to mind when I first arrived ...
Kindness of strangers at the Soup Kitchen
I volunteer to cook at a local soup kitchen for the homeless once a while. The last time I cooked for them I cried copiously. No, it was not that I hated the task. On the contrary, I do enjoy it and put in a lot of love in the food preparation. It was the onions - peeling and chopping 2kg of onions. The fumes emanating from them will inevitably get to me and I start to cry. A good friend of mine, having seen me cry so much, bought me a pair of Onion Goggles for my birthday earlier this year. ...
