Mark Bernstein is in Singapore, and I am thoroughly jealous of him. It's - 10 C outside, and I can't stop thinking about the old lady in the Indian Quarter, who foretold my future. She claimed I'd be back to Singapore one day (of course, after she had questioned me on what I do for a living, if I like travelling, if I like Singapore and other relevant questions). She also claimed with authority that we'd buy a larger house in two years and it was more than five before that happened, so perhaps I'll not return to Singapore in this life, but in the next.