King of Fruits

On the way home from playing badminton Mrs Klite decide in one of her favourite pastimes. Indulging in the delight of Durian. The prickly fruit so smelly that it’s banned from airlines and hotels. The fruit they claim smells like hell and taste like heaven. I unfortunely can’t stand the stuff, its smell like rotting flesh and I’m sure I have never smelt rotting flesh. Mrs Klite has threatened to kiss me after eating it. We get home and the car stinks of it. We get out of the car and theres a stampede by the local wildlife in an effort to get away. Birds drop out of the sky and plants wilt.”Ooh wonderful durian sayang” mrs Klite whispers to me and I’m praying I will wake up and it will all be a nightmare.

On the plus side our full water pressure is back. Seems like some scallywag turned the pressure tap down which is situated in the public hallway outside our apartment. Maybe the same fool who nicked my trainers a few months ago. Now these were not expensive trainers. But when you have feet like gajah they are expensive to replace! Took me a month of “sorry don’t have that size” and looks like I was dr McCoy – the beast out of the x-men.

Music of the moment: Carter USM – The final come down