Getting The Fear

Today has been a series of terrors for me. It started with the trilling of the telephone in my room, striking fear into my heart. But I shouldn't have been scared; it wasn't the end of the world, just time to get out of bed. Which is sort of the end of the world, but with fresh pancakes.

FItted up

This evening we went to the Yuen Brothers' tailor shop in Central, a tiny shop in a strange passageway, where the other shops are a philatelist's, a wedding photographer and a Seven-Eleven. It's been several weeks since they measured me for my suit/mocked the deformity of my body but when I went in, the suit wasn't even finished - the jacket was missing an arm and there was no button on the fly.