Come back!!

My vertigo has now receded so much so that I am reading Dickens Litle Dorrit before bed and in the car - while waiting - Banerjee’s Palace of Illusions, a fantastic tale of magic powers and of supermen which made me a 12 year old again. What a great writer Dickens is. The wealth of detail fascinates whereas The Ship, a story about the history of a glass noodle making family in China, tens to boredom. I now realise that “dunking” doughnut in coffee is American and “Toast sopped in coffee” was English.

KH missed the Chinese passumbul the other day and instead bought one from Fettes Rd from an Indian hawker. It was awful and had a strong hint of the wc; another example of the sort of thing you get nowadays - unemployed fellows trying their hands at cooking to earn a few dollars.

Few weeks later ...

Much better. Some of my former staff visited. One spoke of her caning her children mercilessly and I always thought her an always cheerful and gentle person. She admitted she inherited the habit from her father. All through her account, another of the girls murmered “child abuse” over and over again. We had a great time talking about sprits and dreams and charms.

At a dinner party some visitors from KL said they wanted to have a look at Hard Rock Hotel’s first hotel in Penang. Strange I thought.

It’s been raining cats and dogs robbing the month of its reputation as one of the kite season

With the substantial recession of the nauseating vertigo I have come back to this message to finish it

Much better now and was able to do the back breaking, eye tiring job of preparing The Penang File for launching which was finally published with the aid of Firefox.