After the birthday blow out, I decided to try and make amends and take S out for dinner at a flash Jakarta restaurant. We’d been there before, and while it was good, it wasn’t as great as the first time around, which was a bit disappointing.
What was more disappointing was that within minutes of ordering a load of food and wine S developed an eye-migraine — her first in at least a year — what fantastic timing. The migraines severely blur her vision and meant that much of the rest of the evening’s conversation revolved around what she could and couldn’t see. Some of the choicer phrases included:
Can’t see nothing
It’s all dark
It’s dark but shifting
Can see a bit of your face
You look very, umm, picasso-like.