So there’s apparently lots of contemporary customs before New Year. not sure this is one of them. But as the shops are packed with a million different kinds of face packs I thought I’d give it a try. The last time I used a face pack I think I was probably 16. A pack that resembled mud and dried like clay making it impossible to speak. This was quite a different affair. You have to peel the white plastic bit off and then you’re left with a soft pliable floppy blue sheet you smooth onto your face. And then You lie down and let it all sink in.
And so I lie down and let it all sink in. Gosh what a lot of stuff to sink in. And I listen to a bit of Cantonese and wonder if you I should continue with my Mandarin or make the switch.
I eat lightly. Play my sax again for the first time since I went to Vietnam.
I know the next few days are going to be full on. I know that there’s much going on ‘out there’ that I could do all of this trivial stuff when I’m back home, that there’s places I’ve still yet to explore, things to do, people to see. But today I just need to let it all sink in.
Looking for my long lost family in Hong Kong
Fell in love with coastal living 5 years ago. And moved to stunning St Ives. A place to create and grow and flourish. Got me a home and a job. And never looked back. Everyone talks and writes about the famous dead people of St Ives. Virginia and Alfred and Ben and Barbara and Peter and Wilhelmina. Well I thought I’d introduce you to some very nice folk, and they’re all very much alive and make St Ives a much the better town for it.