We walked past the fishing boats moored to the harbour front, we saw all the different types of shellfish, large and small fish swimming in tanks outside the many Seafood restaurants occupying the Sea front in the city. On Ricky’s suggestion we landed back in the Duke of York Pub, I had my usual juice and Ricky his beloved larger, and I also had a Guiness (full of calories –mmmmmmh).Then we went to McDonalds where a Big Mac, a cappuccino with two sugars full ended my naughty day. As always we climbed the stairs to the Wellcome supermarket, we picked up bananas, kiwi fruit gold, juice and what ever we found interesting, such as beer and fish. We looked around, and unbelievable; Jørgen stood just behind us in the queue, and had bought exactly the same things. Anyway, it didn’t really matter as four mouths need a lot of food, but I was so confused that I managed to get out of the taxi, leaving one of our shopping bags behind as the driver pulled a lever and shut the door. You can’t be any slower than a teenager, I would think positive and say maybe, I don’t look like a pensioner yet.
Years ago Jørgen lived in a commune -a sort of hippie house- in Denmark, together with a Chef, and he taught him some cooking skills, so now he was standing here in the kitchen in Hong Kong, cooking us a nice Portuguese meal. Now sitting on the rooftop, the moon is appearing as the sun goes to bed across the bay, magic; I am very lucky. Ricky is calling me, that’s my daughter is home from school, so I will move from my rooftop view. Hazel Ann and little baby Ivanhoe came onto the computer through skype. We had a chat, Irving has grown and has got two front teeth. He looks lovely.
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