Heavy (and needing a good polish) Is The Crown

We expats are ridiculously privledged. We know that. And we SHOULD be spending our days basking in our great fortune and kissing the ground in gratitude. Except sometimes, the ground is just a teensy bit dusty…

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Stuff only the tourists tell you… 

The great thing about having visitors – apart from the suitcases filled with chocolate  and the duty free and the early cocktails every day because it’s just good manners- is that we get up off our butts and explore Singapore. Like tourists. And every so often, just like tourists, we stumble across real gems- such as free guided tours. The sort of gems which you only know about if you’re… a tourist… 

Morsels of joy (and butter) 

It doesn’t take much to excite your average expat here.  Pizza Express (an English pizza chain) has FINALLY opened ?  YES!!  Tuscan kale on special?  ARE YOU KIDDING ME??   A shoe-shop where the staff actually measure your kids’ feet?  HALLELUJAH!  (And thank you, Ten Feet Tall). But nothing – *nothing* – gets some (ahem) expats as excited as the lure of pastry… (And caffeine.  But mainly pastry.)

 

Drinking weather…

We don’t know whether it’s because of global warming, or a monsoon surge, or just the equatorial tropics finally getting their act together- and frankly we don’t care- but the weather the past couple of days has nodded towards… well, towards *chilly*. Seriously. Cardigan weather. Work-out-and-don’t-expire-from-heat weather. Make-yourself-a-hot-whiskey weather. Yes, at 9am. *That’s* how chilly it’s been. We swear… 

Picture this, on Valentine’s Day

The season of love is upon us! Some expats celebrate with candlelight dinners and champagne, carefully chosen outfits, and whispered sweet nothings. Others prefer just to get smashed with their friends, dance around the furniture, and concoct gin-based cocktails while shaking their disastrous hair-dos to ‘I will survive’.  Whichever camp you fall in, we wish you love, and a speedy hangover cure. 

Twitter, witter

We decided it was time to Get With It (technically speaking) – the words “Old Dogs” and “New Tricks” spring to mind… (However, if we do manage to get a Twitter tab up and running on this site, click it and make two old dogs very happy.  And if we don’t, here we are!  https://twitter.com/textpatwives –  Come visit us.  It gets so lonely over there in TweetLand, all on our own.)

Mad Hattery

The one thing every expat in Singapore agrees on is that sun-hats are a necessity.  Think of your health!  Your skin!  Your beauty!   Just buy the damn thing already!  And while we know that it’s impossible to put a price tag on health or skin or beauty (or, indeed,  dignity) – sometimes it’s not *that* impossible…

A Rush of Jetlag to the Head

In a place as fast-changing as Singapore – where people, shops, buildings, even beaches – come and go, it’s good to know that some things we can count on, no matter what.  For example:  It will be hot and humid tomorrow, and the day after that. The MRT will always run, with military punctuality. Orchard Road will be a nightmare on Sundays.  And, a 1980’s soundtrack will greet us every time we step into any supermarket here (because nothing gets the grocery-dollars flowing like a dose of Phil Collins).  So imagine one’s confusion when suddenly, without warning and under cover of darkness, the soundtrack to our domestic drudgery disappeared…




 

 

Travelling. Not vacationing.

Southeast Asia is an incredible place to be an expat because- among other reasons, and despite the humidity and the vast distance from our home countries- we have such amazing culture right at our doorstep. Hop on a plane and in a few hours you’re in yet another exotic country, full of rich history and fascinating people and breathtaking sights. And we arrive full of good intentions and plans to dive headfirst into all of that. But sometimes there’s a beach on the way and we get a little sidetracked. Because that’s the other thing about this part of the world- the beaches…