It feels as if the weather system that flooded Bangkok has moved down south to Singapore. The rain is coming down like it's being poured out of a huge bucket from the sky.
This is the perfect weather to read a favourite novel and laze around in bed.
Yet I didn't manage to do that today.
I tripped and fell during lunch on Friday, as I was crossing the road and I have been having a backache since.
When I was young, I always think that one will grow out of clumsiness as one ages. But it doesn't seem to have turn out that way for me at all. This is my third accident of the year - after spraining my ankle in London and bruising my legs badly in Bangkok by walking into a short divider in a restaurant.
The rain on my balcony