Nothing special but special enough

One of the best things about living in Asia is the food. Particularly that of the fried or steamed Chinese variety. Preferably that served on a big round white-tableclothed table, and preferably with a fully functional Lazy Susan. There must be tea, there must be boxes on the menu to tick. There must be spring rolls, there must be pork buns. There must be a waiter filling up your pot of hot water every 4 seconds and there must be inappropriate pop music in the background. 

It's just the way it has to be.

I give you....Saturday's feast.



Needless to say, I could have eaten more. But when you're husband is 6' 4", cracks a century, and he says he's had enough? You regretfully pull your pig-arse appetite in and vehemently agree.

The rest of the weekend we spent hanging out with friends, perusing some kids shops, swimming, spending time as a family with our little man, cooking portuguese chilli chicken burgers on the BBQ and sipping pinot on the balcony.

Our weekends aren't overly special at the moment, but they're exactly what we need. 
We've got special coming up in the next few months, so for now what is, is good.