So I was at Sentosa last Friday. It was a fun Friday – some of us were fortunate enough to get in a couple of rides on the luge before the sky delivered on its threat of rain. The evening culminated with another rip-roaring game of Pictionary.
And as usual, some part of me could not stand being away from home and family for any extended period of time. Staying overnight at the hotel, Saturday morning saw me wake up in a surly mood. The day developed into an agreeably sunny and breezy one, and I regretted that mood as I left Sentosa borne on a friend’s lorry, squinting at tree trunks and creepers and fern leaves and rarely seen flowers, drenched in warm sunbeams.