You may think me unworthy, given I hid the Easter eggs in a rose bush and all, but I was spoilt.
Had high tea at the Fullerton Singapore.
Sounds posh, but we were exploiting a junket.
I won't lie. I made a pig of myself.
I don't want to sound ungrateful but I prefer Raffles, which was unsurprisingly booked out.
I blame the husband - a piss poor planner.
The Singaporeans know how to grow an orchid.
They grow like weeds.
Jealous.
My predictions of a cold winter were wrong.
It's unseasonably warm and I'm itching to hide my massive post-holiday arse behind some big winter coats.
The patterned pants are getting a work out instead.
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