Another Gregorian year is over. There were numerous message replies to it over text messaging, such as the fairly regular “Yep! Happy New Year!” to “I propose a moratorium on New Years for another 50 years”, and the reply to my paraphrasing Agnes Skinner‘s “My bones are half dust” over how the years are treating us all, “You’re lucky. Mine’s part of someone’s grandma’s favourite Sunday dinner china…” You know who you are, regular blog readers. Because of the unsynchronised lunar and solar calendar, this time around Aidiladha was within a day of the New Year. Which usually cause our brood to form up and take group photos in front of Tok & Opah Irfan’s house right by the koi pond. This year’s photo, I wore a songkok on my head about two thousand sizes too small for no particular reason. Irfan fidgeted a lot for the pull of his […]