Visiting Old Friends

Today was an eventful day.

Peter, Ben and me decided to visit one of our retired colleagues who I have not seen since I retired in 1993. He lives in Prima Puchong a good 18 km away from OKR.

When I saw him I exclaimed I could not recognize him as he was leaner and had grey hair. In return he exclaimed neither could he recognize me as I was plump when we last met. We exchanged notes as to what happened to each of us over the years. We had the opportunity to also meet his son a bright young man who won a JPA scholarship to do engineering in UK. After he had completed his time with the Government he left to join Maxis from where he retired last year.

I had to decline an invitation for lunch as I am on a liquid diet and did not want to disappoint my Doctor who had prescribed me a soft diet. As none of us knew the route back to my house, we had to use Waze but again as none of us were tech savvy there were 3 different voices from our hand phones adding to the confusion.

We finallly reached home close to 1.30 pm where Vidya Akka was waiting to take me to UH for my Calcium jab. After half an hour and the Calcium jab we returned home around 3pm

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