Work is not the Worst

I can't remember, and am far too lazy to check, if I mentioned that I was offered a one month MC, thereby ensuring a month of avoiding work. I turned it down, fool that I am, and am now working (or as close as I ever get to it) mornings with a hope of returning fully within a week or two. I must admit I went home after the first morning, yesterday, and immediately fell asleep for two hours. So I suspect the surgeon was right in thinking that a fat old bloke like me needed plenty of recovery time. What do I mean, fat? No way, I am six kilos lighter than before the operation.

But my poor son Harry has recently has a far worse experience. While on a fairly empty jeepney from Cebu City to our farm he found himself with a gun thrust into his side and his handphone demanded. Luckily he was sensible enough to pass it over whereupon the assailant leapt from the jeepney and vanished. A most unpleasant experience that is rather more likely to occur in the Phils than in Singapore! While one has sympathy with those who are destitute the fact that he had a gun confirms that he had some money at least and so I have no vision of him as a romantic highwayman, as here portrayed by Adam Ant, but just as someone who I would like to see jailed as soon as possible.