Tag Archives: Singapore

Oh The Places You’ll Go

29 Sep

Could you hop on pop? Would you climb that mountain? Could you think up that thing? Do you have brains in your feet?

Are you up for an adventure? Read my new blog to find out more…

5 Go Mad In Singers – fivegomad.wordpress.com


New life, new blog?

25 Sep

images For those of you who have followed my blog in the past my apologies. What a rubbish blogger I’ve been. Surely, if you look up blogging in the dictionary it’ll mention regularity, consistency, keeping in touch, blah, blah, blah. But life got in the way of my blogging. And now life has changed and I’m not sure if my blog should to?


Let me fill you in. Very quickly. I have now moved across to the other side of the world to a tiny red dot on the map that you and I know as Singapore. Yep, me, the hubby (who still travels to here, there and everywhere), the three kids and even the mad Labradoodle upped sticks.  About two months ago in fact, we all said our goodbyes – more of that another time – left all we knew and loved behind and came to this mad place to start again. I am now an expat.

We had plenty of time to get used to the idea and make our plans. Pah! We had loads of time to organise ourselves (well actually I did most of the organising). Pah! We had lots of time to get to know about life out here. Pah! We planned, made decisions, chose schools wisely, found somewhere to live without compromising (too much), made contact with fellow expats (my new buzzword it seems), asked dozens of questions. So, we were ready. Pah!

How wrong we were. It has been an interesting experience to say the least and one we were not prepared for at all it turns out. I have stories stored in my head to tell you, anecdotes to share, quirks to ponder with you, wonders to wonder over. Shall I though, shall I? Here I am. Still a reluctant housewife. But different. For a start I can’t even say I’m a housewife now as I have help (definitely more of that later). Everything is different. I’m different. But still I need to write. So, tell me. Does the blog stay or should I start a whole new one? I’ve made a start – take a look fivegomad.wordpress.com. Should the blog be brand new and stand alone. Should I combine the two or start anew – and maybe even improve the poetry content?! For now, thank you if you have returned after my intermission. I promise I’ll try to keep in touch. Be lovely if you did too. Please take part in my poll to get the ball rolling. For now, here are a few images to get you in the mood. TRH

The beautiful shop houses. Hubby said we couldn’t live in one of these. Not practical apparently. Such a killjoy!
Bishan Park – our local park where Woody and I love to stroll and people watch.


Preeety! The start of the festival of lights in China Town.

Notes of some worth?

15 Jun

I love a notebook it has to be said.

The promise of what those blank sheets of paper can offer. Lined, plain, coloured, decorative. I like them all. I jot down ideas in my notebooks, plan characters, scribble thoughts and make lists.

I have many different notebooks scattered around my desk, a couple by my bed and a few here and there around the house.

The problem is, I have so many I can sometimes lose track of what I’ve written where. Or worst still, where they are. And that’s my problem today. Amazingly, even with the bonus of having my two nieces for a sleepover, I find myself with a free hour or so.

I thought I’d try the ‘daily prompt’ which suggested a topic of what to do on a rainy afternoon. Perfect. It reminded me of a piece I wrote a few years ago whilst sitting on a balcony in a hotel in Singapore. It was in the middle of one of Singapore’s many tropical storms and I was mesmerised by it. It was a great piece, even if I do say so myself. I wrote it long hand in my notebook. Of course, I always meant to type it up and keep a copy. But didn’t.

Now, I’m full of that feeling that it’s lost. Those words are gone forever. And it really was good. I loved it. Possibly because it was in a place I love to be, watching nature do its stuff, feeling very relaxed (I was on holiday). So, the memory of it is good.

That notebook though also had other stories and notes that I now desperately need to read. I’m sure there was a piece about a very inspirational book I’d read and how I related to with my Son – in his pants.

I think it was black. The notebook. It was small. The notebook. It was dog-eared. My notebook. Where is it? Dam notebook.

I have gone through the pile of notebooks by my desk. There’s the purple flowery one full of ‘topics’ I was given when I attended a creative writing course years ago. See, I kept that one. There’s the one with lists galore in (I also love a list). There’s one with random comments about what to do at the PTA summer fair two years ago. There’s a beautiful hard backed one with ‘Believe in Yourself’ on the front that my friend gave me for my birthday this year. There’s even a good old-fashioned reporters note book with something scribbled in about wardrobes. But none with a story about the rain in Singapore and my son in pants.

I have to find it. When I do I’ll post the storm story and you can tell me if it was worth the hunt.

For now, the rainy day story is, well, in my notebook.


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