This is the life. This is how this blogging lark is supposed to be. Here in the garden the birds tweet and the sun streams down as I sip a cup of tea. Fresh from the Polo club, my wife, son and I have again found how much easier life is when we are joined As One. Landed on Wednesday night with the usual suspects of wanky tourists in flip flops pretending they are Leonardo DeCaprio in The Beach when in fact they are office workers from Stockport who have had too much sunbed. I, of course, sneer at them as they fumble through imigration and I slip through like a pro. Home in time for dinner with the extended family I spent the last few days catching up from where I left wifey and son two weeks ago. It’s been a blast. My son has come on leaps and bounds and can look and move his head around. He is fattening up and becoming human and yesterday looked me in the eyes and smiled. He did. My wife saw it. He looked at me and knew I was someone he should get to before the fog of his developing brain again engulfed his senses. He is no longer a sickly boy but a demanding boy which is how it should be. Fly back tomorrow. I hope it isn’t too cold in Hong Kong as I have just warmed my bones in more ways than one.