Things are getting very festive around here. Thursday night saw us raising our voices at the KCC Christmas Carol night, mulled wine in hand. We sang 'till our voices were hoarse, then refuelled with thick slices of ham, an assortment of cheeses, and mince pies. Only one complaint, and I'm going to sound a right Scrooge now. I know that Christmas is supposed to be a time for children, blah, blah, blah, but there was a gaggle of about ten small kids who kept screeching into the microphone. They were loud. And high-pitched. My ears are still ringing. Parenting rule number 1: keep small children away from microphones and loudspeakers at all costs.
Yesterday was yet another marathon Christmas shopping spree but I have finally finished. Cause for great celebration indeed, so The Mother and I went to Harvey Nics for a glass of Champers. Heaven. Then it was time to race back to the flat to beautify ourselves before going out for a lovely meal in belated celebration of The Mother's birthday. The food was delicious but, in true Hong Kong style, the air conditioner was jacked up to the max, despite it being 12 degrees C outside. As we were leaving, we clocked a woman wearing a huge fur coat whilst eating her dinner! How the staff could have failed to notice that, I don't know.
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