Long Sunday

It certainly had been a long day. After sending my Mum to the airport, I went straight for the morning ward round, having breakfast after that before returning to the ward to check on some results.

Next order of business was to join Anita and the boys at Kidzania. Sunday. Not a good day for such activity even when the boys were already queuing for their tickets before 10 in the morning. That tool is well after lunch, and finally the boys relented to go home.

We had some take-outs at The Curve, and then went to the apartment as our maid had been there all morning cleaning the place. I would be spending a couple of nights there as Anita and the boys would be going to limit next week during their school break. Unfortunately I had a couple of calls to so and had to be left behind.

Tired from being up since 3 in the morning, I had a long afternoon nap at the apartment while the boys played around. They were too tired for the pools however and spent the time watching TV. And that was fine with Anita.

I had a matter to attend in the ward when I finally woke up and by the time I was done at Subang, it was already 8 pm. A quick dinner and then football. I was dozing off during the match. United managed to restore their 15 points gap while City was at Wembley playing Chelsea in the FA Cup semi-final. It could have easily been us playing City If not for the complacency against Chelsea in the earlier round ...

So, I need to catch up on some rest before doing my clinic in ParkCity tomorrow morning. Good night!

Pushing and Shoving

The initial plan was to have the boys joined by their friends on Monday and spending it at Kidzania. Unfortunately, it didn't go as planned, and they ended up with just Anita.

After my wars round, undecided to join them at the venue to make sure everything went according to plan. And oh boy, I was glad I went along as I didn't think Anita would've coped. The place was a mess!

I will blog later about that an how things could be improved as I was certain that it only takes small steps to make a huge difference. In the end, it put my boys off, and after one station, Irfan refused to join another with all the wait, pushing and shoving involved. It was partly my fault as well for teaching them to be disciplined and gentlemen, rather than push people about. You obviously needed a bit of crassness to get on with this world. If we could take anything from the day out at Kidzania, it was that the mor pushy you are, the higher you get in society. Reality I supposed.

But again, I believe that things could get better. As today, their friends would be joining them, they would be going to Kidzania again. At least Anita knew what to expect this time. There will be blood .....