Rainy Monday

It was 3rd Sept, Teachers' day holiday, so incl my mum, she was on leave. She came to my place early this morning.

It started raining early.Carol came to visit us too. We took a cab to Thomson, hoping to eat some HK tim sum, but to our disappointment, it was closed on Mondays, as predicted by my mum, as do some hawkers who have their rest days on Mondays. We had noodles next door instead.

Went home, hoping to put Nathan to his second nap, then Carol and I could head to J8 for some tea and chatters. Both of us took a stroll from home to J8, just when we put our first step in the shopping mall, my mum rang me up saying that Nat was cryin uncontrollably. Oh shoot, we hailed a cab to take us home immediately. And when we reached the lift lobby, we saw a very tired boy sleeping on my mum. What a wasted trip I thought, but taking Carol's advice, we stayed home anyway, in case the boy would wake up and look for mummie and started wailing all over again.

We sat at the dining and chatted. It was always nice talking to old friends. We were truly transparent, nothing to hide, no big secrets to keep from each other, just sit and talk openly. Itruly missed this kind of fellowship. I had alot more of such during school days, esp after exams, when the brains were nearly half baked, we relieved ourselves by talking non stopped for hour. Somewhat over the yrs, we got busy with life, work and husbands, and now, children, we lost that precious kind of comunication.

Still, if one is willing to make the effort, we can make it come true. I had a wonderful day, although it was pouring cats and dogs, no nice cake or coffee to take us through our afternoons, we had a good time, enjoying the breeze from the rain, and talked.