I now come out of a long, dark period of e-silence.
Sorry about that.
I blame insolvencies, illness, and insurrections.
Those three 'eyes' glared at us simultaneously, which is almost as bad as a basilisk's stare.
But we were not turned to stone--only e-mush that could not post, apparently.
The insolvencies were not personal to us, only their effects were; Hero Pommes, the Wonder Cat, still has a working Swiss credit card.
The illness' are whatever and insurrections are best not dealt with in e-space.
Suffice to say that the Heroine, the Hero, and your humble scribe are, still, all well enough.
As a further excuse for posting laxity, there have also been: house guests, almost continually, from December 1 onwards; multiple trips into China, where your humble scribe cannot access this site; and, a new apartment has been sought in Hong Kong.
Finding an apartment in Hong Kong brings to mind the first verse of W.H. Auden's poem "Say this City has Ten Million Souls"...
Say this city has ten million souls,Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.(W.H. Auden--excerpt, first stanza ofSay this City has Ten Million Souls)
However, a new home has been found.
Not to mention the fact that Hong Kong only has seven million souls. Ish.
Fewer, even, if some of the reputed deals that Angel Lucy cut are true...
Cleaning and painting and renovating are all being quoted for the new apartment which is interesting because, for once, someone else will be doing all that work, my not really being up for it at the moment.
Packing and moving preparations are breathing hotly down our necks, wondering when they get to bask in our attention... (soon, soon...)
The new apartment will be bigger and will have easier guest facilities (for both guests and for us).
The trade-off for more space was a sacrifice of our lovely view--no more harbour view or park view or bird's-eye views of birds' eyes (raptors and prey, both).
And the new home is in an older apartment building.
And there will be no pool, gym, sauna, weight room, jacuzzi, putting green, outdoor patio, meeting rooms, function rooms, auxiliary computer room, or library in the new building, unlike in the current building.
Also, no concierge.
Or cute conciergettes.
Nor will there be the Russian oligarch-chic foyer with black glass chandeliers from Murano, Philippe Starck designed floor lamps, stainless steel sculptures, slowly cycling, recessed rainbow lights, and naked men and women (sculptures, sadly) as door handles.
Special note... that beautiful woman (the door handle on the right) fit wonderfully into one's palm.
Think Thumbelina, only sexier.
And the man was, always, when used, under my thumb.
Go figure. And, no, I won't say what part.
But, the rent is less and the space is more.
I suppose I ought to post photos of the old apartment, now that we are preparing to bid it a fond adieu.
Maybe that will be the next post.
After 3WW, of course.