Chewing the fat along the Chew

With a friend holding the fort at home this afternoon, and dosed up on painkillers, I took the scenic route to the hairdresser along the river, mulling over a difficult morning. Singapore has let me down, again. Having said he’d come home in March so I could have my first proper (and desperately needed) break in exactly three years, he’s now only coming for three days. And as for what was suggested to be done with Mum’s ashes, beggars total belief...