A storm is a brewin'

Took the mother ship and the father bean to a traditional hawker centre for lunch.

Chicken rice for mother, pork rib noodle soup for me and father.

prawn dumplings and char sui bao.

I love this dinner.

They- not too keen.

Dad (in his indiana jones hat) gawped around Marina Bay Sands and marvelled at the architecture for a bit. Struggling with a giantathon camera he decided to drag around with him.

And the mothership having seen Singapore before gossiped about home and Goa and the family.

 I like having the folks here.

Father Bean began getting annoyed: his feet hurt.

Im tired.

We returned home around 5pm and were welcomed home by a massive thunder and lightning show. being in the clouds on the 29th floor means you can see all manner of displays.

I laughed at dad, whilst he screamed and jumped out his skin, like a girl!!