Monday, November 13, 2006
Everyday is Like Sunday
My first-born went swimming with Laukong while I and second-born watched on. It was 11 a.m. when we reached the Club pool, and the most I have seen expats there. We had lunch at the Club for a change. Usually Sunday means take-aways for us.
Otherwise, the day was uneventful (unless you count when I puked all my lunch out just as we were walking back home from the Club). We spent the rest of the day watching telly, and I, of course, on the Internet.
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