Sam and I stay at the Chow Kit while Marc and G are at the apartment, Sam makes our hotel booking a month ahead, so this means we have to return to KL soon.
I work whenever there is a gap in the programme, I try to respond to the office's queries and review the work promptly. We take our guests to the ICC Pudu - a name synonymous with the Malaysian Prison System (Pudu Jail). In any case we were only held captive by our lunch time conversation, and the slightly touristy prices of our meals.
We send them off to KLIA, and headed off to have dinner with the relatives at the (usual) Kingdom Palace. We spend 2 hours in the taxi for a 30 minute drive, due to the heavy rain - we are glad that we do not live in KL/PJ. Life is too short.
I go straight to the restaurant to have a quiet beer, but Sydney and Co. arrives soon after and join me to drink beers. They would not have done this in the past, but seemed to have warmed up to us after mom's departure. Sam thinks they see her nursing her mom at the hospital, and decide that we are alright, I think it just takes a long time for folks to understand; we express ourselves honestly and do not suffer fools and false people gladly.
Dad arrives with sister in law and 3rd Aunty - at 93 he still has plenty to gripe about, he usually keeps it inside (bad for him) though sometimes he expresses himself (bad to see, why can't they age with grace?). And SH is still prattling, she is as dumb as ever, maybe even getting worse.
Later that night, Sam tells me that SH is not able to book flight tickets for Dad's trip to Kuching - I tell Sam that she is lucky that I am so hopeless in this that she gets extra training.
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