Ahhhhhh . . . . what a lunch that was, what a day that was . . .
(All done to the tune of Mission Impossible please)
a.m. - pack TripleM into the taxi and head off to the Oz High Comm to pick up her passport -
((in another thread I will tell you how happy I am with the service there. German Embassy? Someone should dump a load of faecal matter on it! Ok, so she's an aussie now))
Pack her into another taxi and head off to MoM to get her dependants pass . . . no worries the lady will do it personally and have it done by 14.30 . . .
Pack the Gringe into another cab and off to Holland V to meet Bro' for lunch at
Original Sin
(Stop Mision Impossible music)
Mmmm - excellent, excellent, excellent.
Mrs 'Cluse: Eggplant Timbale . . .
Bro': Somesort of burgers . .
Me: Principessa Salad
Washed down with a few nice glasses of Merlot. lemon meringue was just ok, but the fresh rasperries were lovely.
The coffee was a bbit disappointing, but the service by a young lady from Malaysia was excellent - after having the snob treatment by some Malay thing with attitude.
(Resume Mission Impossible music)
Rining! Jump into a cab, with TripleM tipsy from the wine-wetted index finger - rush to MoM, grab a number rush upstairs, go to the counter and everything is ready = brilliant Singapore Public Servants!
the Gringe is starting to complain about being dragged in and out of cabs so off we go home . . .
Opened a bottle of my favourite sake, doimng some work and thinking it was pretty good day.
Many, many thanks for the recommendation - will definitely go again but pass on the coffee and desert.