No Durians please and useless landlords

Silly landlords and their frustrating habits of changing their mind every 5 minutes. One moment he accepts our offer and the next he starts making a fuss because he does not know if he wants to sell or let. So after a lot of talk we are going to see the flat just above the one we want and if all goes well I will be throwing peanut shells on his head and blowing raspberries ha ha.

The area would be good for us because it is very close to good transport and to the MRT short for Mass Rapid Transit. Most of it is overground but when it gets close to the centre it dives under ground. Every station has a name but also a number to make travelling easier, the carriages are modern with high ceilings (good for Max) and the newer ones have a lighted display that always shows you where you are and on which side the door will open. The door opening area is indicated at the platform by arrows, yellow ones positioned to the sides and pointing towards the doors and green ones pointing outwards. It is clear that customer alighting have precedence over those going in. On day 1 we were very diligent and placed our feet right on the edge of the arrows but by day 2 we had understood that this was all wishful thinking and that , just as in London, you need to push like mad to get in. Otherwise the expected signs are at the entrance. Do not push, careful not to fall on the track, do not smoke, do not drink or eat and most of all NO DURIANS with the picture of a small round, spiky object. I know that durians are an exotic fruit but I never had the courage to try one. According to the experts the smell of the durian fruit is that of rotten eggs mixed with sewage. Well, you do not see this in London for sure but I do appreciate our Mayor's decision to ban smelly food on the Underground.