Both the GF and I have a cold. He is befeebled and dizzy. I, true to form, am just sniffly. Actually I’m also a bit light headed and wobbly but the sniffing is definitely the greatest of my woes.
Anyhow the packing is truly done except for actually taping the boxes and filling out the forms.
Lady Lala’s brother was in KL, with wife and baby. The pair of them are clearly overwhelmed by parenthood and realising that much of what they want to do is not possible with a one year old in tow. I didn’t actually meet them as with the baby they were running a few hours late for everything, including our lunch at Sarang, so we had to cancel. They did eventually make it to the restaurant, and took a cooking class, so it wasn’t a total loss.
Lady Lala, meanwhile, is fulfilling her life’s dream by visiting South Korea. As I said to her after my trip last year, there is no point moaning about how I’d been there and she hadn’t – instead of making her annual pilgrimage to London or the States she could going somewhere new. And so she did. The visa was apparently profoundly easy as the Korean embassy in Islamabad seemed pleased and impressed by a Pakistani fan of Korean dramas. I take much of the credit. Though not for the dramas themselves, that was Lady Lala’s own find, on the Arirang channel on satellite TV back in our teens.