at home, again for another year. Indeed, don’t remember doing anything spectacular ever on this day. Certainly never been to a parade, not even tried to go. Because the thought of the crowds and the constraint of movement for several hours is a severe disincentive. Have watched most of the telecasts, tho.
Morever, when I was working full-time, ND could have been a day at work, because where I worked, they didn’t have such a thing as week-days, week-ends or public holidays. We were rostered and tough luck if you got the week-end or a public holiday.
Anyway, this year’s ho-hum ND lunch was spiced up by cousin P’s Cloudy Bay, the 2nd half of his present made to mum when he was here in June. And here’s nephew H acting the sommelier.
When P heard that the bottle was split among five adults, he quickly emled to chide good naturedly.
“Aiyoh, one miserly bottle amongst the lot of you where got enough! Did Aunty have a taste? It was meant for her! Ha ha.”
Well, she did dear coz, she did. We all like our Sauvignon Blanc but only just enough to wet our gullet.
P, who has been in the UK for 37 of his 60 years, added that he “did the Pledge at precisely 8.22 in front of my PC. and cried buckets when I sang the National Anthem. In fact, still quite tearful now!”
It suddenly made me glad that I’m at home in Singapore and not, like the Biblical Ruth, standing in tears “amidst the alien corn” — whether it’s National Day or not.
Singaporeans who can’t forget Singapore even tho they have lived more than half their lives away should come home, even if it isn’t as perfect as they would like their place of birth to be!