The day started with a walk by the river with friends - all two of them. By 9am, we were hot and sweaty, even though we'd walked most of the way in the shade. Back at our cars, we had to fight off the temptation to go and have 'roti canai' for breakfast in a kampung (village) 10 minutes away. Too many calories.
Back at home, I had my favourite breakfast - fruit, then wholemeal bread with good quality, sugarless jam and a cup of tea - all while reading the Age online. Nice way to start the day. After that, still in my sweats, I cleaned the floors, kitchen and then did some more reading and writing for the therapist. Daughter was sick, fever and fatigue. Didn't want her going to school in this hot, hot, humid weather. A student of mine came to class with a temperature on Monday and promptly spent the next 2 days in hospital being rehydrated. No thanks, I'll look after my sick kids myself. Son went off to school with no problems and I went to (finally) pay a visit to the autistic centre. Half the kids were off sick, one had been frightened away by a dark cloud (another story) and one of the teachers had gone to KL for a meeting. So not much to do there. Back home to spend time with my daughter and finish of my reply to the therapist. Daughter and I talked, with some of the conversation touching on what may happen if we move back to Australia.
She asks what she always asks - is Papa coming too, cos I'm not going without Papa? I said I don't know and nobody is making any decisions yet. We will have to see. I never know where to go in these conversations. I don't intentionally bring it up, but nevertheless, it eventually comes up in some context or other.
The rest of the afternoon was spent planning the English class for the nighttime. Theme - thieves and burglars. Sequence the words in a sentence, write a story using the vocab you've learned.
Dinner - atlantic salmon steaks, chips and salad. One of our favourite meals and one of the few times we get to eat potatoes! It was nice.
Class at 8.30. Classroom so hot because of the weather. At least 32 degrees in there, along with 16 kids and two teachers, it became so unbearable, we moved them to the reception area.
10.30 back at home, ex makes milo for supper, kids are showered. Always a good thing.
11.30. Supper finished, time for bed and wait, no sorry, time for allergies (daughter) and a blood nose (son). It was a heavy one, probably brought on by the heat. Took half an hour to stop and now he's sleeping in my bed in case it starts again. I found him once in his own bed, asleep with a blood nose. Poor kid and oh, the smell of blood. I'll never forget that smell.
12.20 So to bed for me now. Must get my mobile phone for my alarm as to sleep in tomorrow would mean I'd have to face my English students in my pyjamas. Not good.
So night all. Almost two weeks and counting - counting what you say? Counting moods and spirals. I haven't had one for two weeks. Life is OK.
2 comments:
Match your breakfast and raise you a Friday evening meal.
Not having been to Malaysia I asked “Dear Wife” what was Roti Canai?
The reply was “not sure what Canai was” but the Roti was a “folded pancake”.
Thanks to the miracle of the internet (http://mamafami.fotopages.com/?entry=678024) I was able to discover that this folded Roti thing was indeed eaten.
This Roti thing sounded bland compared with your breakfast, fruit yes, jam yes even the cup of tea until “Dear Wife” explained grated apple and cinnamon could also accompany Roti.
Now meal time here on Friday was a little different.
The “Gang ‘O’ Four” went out to a nice restaurant and enjoyed oysters as an entrée (except your mum who had a Greek dish of fried cheese), I then experimented with Barramundi with a Salsa topping, your dad with a Chilli prawn dish while your mum and “Dear Wife” had stuffed chicken. Oysters were magnificent (of course) and your mum was so taken with the fried cheese she would order it again next time. I must find out how it is done.
My main meal was the most enjoyable “Barra” I have had, your dad said it had been 20 years since he had enjoyed a meal so much, “Dear Wife” was pleased with her chicken not so your mum who felt her chicken meal was a little dry.
Three bottles of wine later (long meal) we had desert. We were all delighted. Mine was a caramel and chocolate crépe and what the others had I am not sure now.
At this point the chef who we all knew came out and talked to us about the meal. This was a nice touch. Your mum being more of a Scorpio apparently than Mr Scorpio mentioned that her meal was not as good as the rest. As the chef was Austrian the Dutch then sided with the Austrian and made me the token foreigner for the night.
“Dear Wife” drank too much wine for the first time in perhaps three decades and went home to sleep.
So there! Your weight loss breakfast compared to my 300,000 megacalorie dinner?
Darned if I can understand why I am not losing weight.
Cheers to all over there.
No, no, no, roti canai is eaten either with sugar or sometimes a dahl (chickpea curry) which is not spicy or a fish curry, which is (spicy). I've never heard of the grated apple and cinnamon version. We drink a hot, sweet milk tea with it (teh tarik) which is wonderfully comforting. Still, jam bread and a nice strong Dilmah tea is just as good. Dinner sounds wonderful there. Will you take me for Christmas? I love fried cheese. You're too old to have that - imagine the calories!! Don't bother to lose weight now, just enjoy your life.
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