28th March
The Times They Are-a-Changin, sang Mr Robert Zinnerman (Bob Dylan) in 1964, and they are......
Breakfast
(banana sandwich and Super 3 in 1 coffee, with brown sugar) at Colors
of Cambodia today. I just couldn’t afford yesterday’s disappointment yet
again.
Speaking
of disappointment. I have set up the small, ancient, Mac computer to
research for material for this evening’s continuation of the project.
The mouse that I used yesterday is missing. I have just searched high
and low, but cannot find that mouse. Argh.
Okay,
no problem really. I walk a few meters and, lo and behold, there is a
computer shop. ‘Help you?’ ‘Yes, computer mouse. Cheap mouse for
computer.’ The young gentleman’s smile quickly disappears. I read his
mind - huh another cheapskate! The vague vestiges of that smile
disappear altogether when I start haggling the price. I can’t help it,
it’s automatic. I’ve lived within the Chinese community in Malaysia for
too long, something’s bound to rub off. And the original price, $3. I
paid $2. I’ll be barred from that shop I think.
To
quote ‘The Bard’, all’s well that ends well. And it has. Two hours and
that work is complete, wahoo. My dear guardian angel Phany brings me
sustenance (Pork kebab [satay], rice and a small bowl of very hot and
very sweet sauce), just as I am finishing. I was going to just have a
processed cheese square sandwich, but this young lady (early thirties)
really is a Khmer angel.
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