Went to the crappiest yum cha of all time today. We were there for an hour before they brought out two measley dishes. Then they took another forty minutes before they brought out the rest. And they were still missing two dishes from our order. So I had to go up and insist in my most assertive pharmacist voice that they still owed us two dishes. And I also would have liked to add that their service was positively sh-iiiiit.


Also, being scrutinised by your boyfriend's mother and her best friend is rather awkward. Well, not scrutinised. More like admired. Having my hairstyle and outfit being praised copiously is awkward. But flattering too.

And being told by a professional opera singer that I have a good voice is also immensely flattering.