Fireworks Display

That was interesting. Firstly the sad news of Mr Toh’s passing back in Carpmael Road. Fine old guy on his tall handle-bar bicycle living in the middle of the block. It had been Mr Toh’s father who had built the units just after the war, all sold off later apart from the upper middle where Mr T. camped with his wife, son, daughter-in-law and pretty granddaughter. Sad to hear and sudden it must have been. Helen had seen the ambulance in the morning, but didn’t know for whom it had come. Mid-afternoon Singaporean time Helen messaged. A one liner with just the news initially; in the following message shortly after the mention of the ambulance; another one liner. When the phone pinged again for the third time a couple of minutes later the expectation had been a little homily giving reminder of proper focus and attention during this short span granted us on the earth by Jehovah; &etc. The kind of thing a tough old JW might deliver in the circumstances. There had been similar from Helen over the years in Carpmael in an informal kind of witnessing, usually over breakfast preparation in the kitchen. Instead of which, however, on the contrary, something else entirely. An item from Tokyo offered the fireworks show recently put on by the city in place of the intended for the opening of the Olympic Games. The materials couldn’t be warehoused until the deferred staging, so the city had put on the display for its own citizens. Please see, the appended note encouraged, a forward from somebody arriving for Helen between times it must have been.