We dropped into bras basah complex to search for books. I am happy the elf has turned out like me when it comes to books. He has a collection of books that puts mine to shame! And he is constantly hankering for books and books. Makes me poor heart all aglow..
Books are so expensive here that it makes me want to cry. I can never forget the ecstatic moment when I found a garage sale with nice books going for 1$! I would have brought all if not for him giving me hints that it was getting a bit too much out of hands.
I bought three books - I am in the middle of so many books. Is this what old age does to you- make you start a book and not see through to the end? Or maybe if it does not grip me by my neurons, I find it hard to finish a book these days. Oh I am growing old...
I have not baked or visited my clay stuffs since he came back. Maybe I should start again.
I think I like my new hair style - it makes me look less frumpy. Vain bitch that I am.
