Spontaneous Saturday; unhurried and pleasurable. In the afternoon we visited the library, shared a table with a queer mismatch, couple age and clothes. I laid out 5 books before me and took my pick, fingering crisp pages and then yellowed pages. Atwood is a genius. Opposite, Sir Wing completed tutorial and read on fencing, faceless men in white protection, practising swordmanship. Foil. Épée. Sabre.

At 5 we treated ourselves to indulgence packed in red plastic; all sorts of food. $2 Birds Nest, Malay Beehoon coloured with spices, Goreng Pisang x 3, buttered corn, Japanese salmon pizza thick with sauces. Happiness in a cup, Joy in a box, Budbliss, light on the pockets, heavy in the stomachs. Then we decided to steal an evening nap, fingers interlaced. When we opened our eyes the sky had turned a darker shade and Jason left for his Man Friends.

Page 61, The Button Factory. I am overwhelmed already!

Early night, tommorow is my dear friend's birthday lunch.