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Still somewhat upset at the irregular regularity at which items in my own apartment go missing…

Nevertheless, I’m not going to let that spoil my day. Because today, I am bond free!

Technically, though, but still – it’s good to be free! *makes whale sounds*

Okay, last one, I promise – and then I’ll stop flogging this dead horse:

Context here:

I embrace this opportunity of remarking that [Mr. Jaggers] washed his clients off, as if he were a surgeon or a dentist. He had a closet in his room, fitted up for the purpose, which smelt of the scented soap like a perfumer’s shop. It had an usually large jack-towel on a roller inside the door, and he would wash his hands, wipe them and dry them all over this towel, whenever he came in from a police court or dismissed a client from his room. When I and my friends repaired to him at six o’clock the next day, he seemed to have been engaged on a case of a darker complexion than usual, for, we found him with his head butted into this closet, not only washing his hands, but laving his face and gargling his throat. And even when he had done all that, and had gone all round the jack-towel, he took out his penknife and scraped the case out of his nails before he put his coat on.

– Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Even more information here, in case you didn’t understand the symbolism.

Since we’re on the topic of “Moves Like Jagger”, I just thought I’d let you know that: I got the moos like Jagger!

I predict that for the rest of the day, you’re going to hear the catchy part of the “Moves Like Jagger” chorus running through your head – but this time, it’ll be cows mooing i.e. Moo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oo.

Christmas is coming!

But as part of a long-standing tradition (LOL), that means I have to gently remind everyone: please do not give me any gifts.

However, if you absolutely must give me a present, please ask me what it is I want first.

BONUS: Scientific research that proves why you need to ask me what I want first (H/T to Gabriel).

While I was on my way to work, I saw an old man cycling down Potong Pasir Ave 1 with this huge-ass emerald-coloured parrot perched on his handlebars.

It was such a delightful sight, and I regret not taking a photo of it.

Nevertheless, I give you MAX PERRY instead as an EQUIVALENT substitute: