This week has been a big one.
And it’s only Thursday.
Monday was a big day, a bit of a watershed, but that’s not going to be blogged about.
Tuesday was Thaipusam. I still have adrenalin running through my body from it. It filled me with joy, wonder and respect.
On Wednesday I passed my Singapore “basic driving test”, which means I can convert my Aussie one to a Singaporean one. It’s been a long, long, long time since I sat a test and sitting it at the same time as my over-achieving husband put even more pressure on. But we both passed with the exact same score. I am very glad that is over.
Then last night we went to see Australian singer/songwriter Paul Kelly. We are both long-time fans and a PK concert is one of the few things we can be bothered organising a babysitter for. It was a great night, even though I’d rather see any artist in a noisy pub where I can dance and sing along than in a seated performance. The best bit was attending something where I understood all the cultural references. I didn’t have to mentally translate accents or slang. I could just enjoy myself.
Thursday (which is today) sees me flying off to Perth tonight for a solo weekend of Cheezels and “me time”.