It’s been a funny old day. A very enjoyable farewell lunch (one of many this week) was the highlight. The low light was discovering my place of birth was unacceptable for an international driving permit. We queued for 45 minutes to get our permits and where it said ‘place of birth’ I wrote my town of birth. This was accepted. And then rejected. So I wrote Wales. Fine. And then not fine. Was Wales in Britain, I was asked. Well yes it is, for better or for worse. Finally the happy chappy behind the counter decided I had been born in the United Kingdom. Well I suppose it is a place but I do not regard it as my place of birth.
Then I made the rather gross howler of asking someone ‘how is your mother doing?’ I got the reply ‘she will probably die today’. I sympathised as best as I could. 94, he said. A good innings. The stiff upper lip of the British military man.
I also pondered on the blogging world for reasons that may over time emerge. Sometimes all is not what it seems. Cryptic I know but it is what it is.
We visited Lulu in jail and she seems to be quite settled but she was overjoyed to see us. I felt rather smug as she ran to me first. Most unusual. Then she was all over Mrs. Ha and looking rather sheepish as she realised the magnitude of her faux pas. A few biscuits were all it took to re-establish her loyalty and as usual I had to make do with a vigorous licking. Not a bad consolation prize.
Where, you cry with justification, are the umbrellas? Well I discovered a day or so ago that they are everywhere. Followers of HK politics will recall that the symbol of the universal suffrage movement was an umbrella, preferably yellow. The government has done its best to erase all traces of protest but I think it will be a while before HK is umbrella-free. I found 3 in a short distance on the waterfront. Look harder, CY, look harder. Here they are: