Having a holiday back in your birth-town is not exactly the same as having a holiday in some exotic places. Your primary activity is to spend time with your family and do that I should.
My routine falls under three board categories: eat, read, and getting harassed by my family’s dog. I have not stopped eating, from the moment I open my eyes till I sleep. There are so much food in the house and I just keep on eating and eating and eating even though I am not hungry. As I typed, I have just finished my “Christmas dinner” (enough fried food that I would have been horrified back in Singapore as I do my vocal exercise daily) waiting for my “Christmas cake” while sipping red wine.
It is such a pleasure reading Jeffery Archer’s A Prisoner’s Diary. I kept giggling during my reading that my family keeps looking at me curiously. Explaining that I am indeed reading a prisoner’s diary doesn’t help at all.
My dog harasses me. Yes, you are hearing me. While I am reading my book, he kept on bugging me to play with him. From scratching my feets to hopping onto my leg to get my attention. He loves to get me to play with him a one-leg-duck toy (God helps the duck, it lost one leg already for obvious reason). We end up once again tearing the plastic duck apart – his teeth against my hand. What a dog! And when I wish to play with him, he is just not in the mood. Oh well …