The logic of running

In an attempt to delay even the faintest possibility of Samwise-Gamgee-fication, I went running today: 5 km in half an hour or so --- yay me!

The success was immediately celebrated with a wild spread of hawker food at the renowned Block 85 Bedok North Road hawker centre. In order not to trigger any apoplectic reactions in my Singaporean readers who are currently overseas and out of reach of good Singaporean food, I will refrain from listing everything we ate. Here's one tantalizing mention: the famous bak chor mee (minced pork noodles), richly flavoured and seductively simmering in the fragrant broth. (Stellou, are we adding this to the eating list?)

Then there was ice cream at Gelare --- followed closely by the resolution to go running again on Thursday. It makes sense. Really.

Here's a gem from tonight's conversation, for Abigael's benefit since I understand she's feeling under the weather:

R the Creative Director: I've always wanted a house where the attic (dramatic pause) is in the floor.
M the Architect: An attic in the floor --- is a basement.

So much for that idea.