Of course it is fun when abroad to point out the quaintnesses of the locals. But breakfast raises serious questions.
From the 26th floor of the Dynasty Hotel one has a pretty good view of the Kuala Lumpur skyline, and what it looks most like is a scene from the Dan Dare comics of my youth. All that's missing are the personal space vehicles zipping overhead. And the one-eyed babes in purple.
Not that I am whinging or seeking sympathy or anything like that. But when one's nose is full of gauze, which nevertheless permits strange liquids to drip from it, one doesn't much feel like blogging. Still, I'm being well looked after by my Sainted Mother, who has arrived to make chicken soup in...
… will be resumed as soon as possible.
My iBook is mended. It was a genuine fault. I’m happy. More later (possibly much later).
"More about the glories of Rome, less geekiness." "Open links in a new window." The feedbackers have spoken, and I have heard.
