Spotted this dolled up little car on the way back to the hotel. As if the pink and cream paintwork was not quite as stand out as it can get, the owner has also added the crown of the British Empire to the side and some lovely etchings onto the windows. Very pretty, hmmm.

This is designer town at it’s best. You can buy ANYTHING here at top price- designer labels galore.

We visited a tiny shopping mall today for our final suit fittings and ambled around the little local shops. All the dress shops were hand designed, but the shoes were amazing- none of your Stead and Simpsons here, all hand made in silks with lots of girly bows. Wonderful if you have child sized feet- untouchable with my boat sized tootsies.

Next stop is hopefully the Singapore Flyer at night- if it’s not raining tonight that is

Yes another day another carpet. Somehow my sense of humour would make me want to put the wrong carpets down or different ones in each lift just to confuse holiday makers.

More walking planned for today to Little India and Chinatown and Mrs Fogg is raring to go after a foot massage at the hotel last night.

Tonight we go for our suit fittings (here’s hoping they measured right) and cook your own grub time.

Two more full days then back to blighty on the 14 hour flight, oh boy

Morning kiddies, as you can see today is Wednesday (phew so glad they change the carpet otherwise I would never know).

Well Mrs Fogg has another fun packed day planned for us, walking, history, all the stuff I truly love to do.

We are halfway through our week so we have some more things to do on our top 10 of Singapore (where Mrs Fogg is getting a wee bit annoyed with the locals, when she asks them a question, they turn and answer me as if she is invisible, I have to restrain her from nutting them).

We forgot to tell you all about the trip over from the airport, so Virgin had laid on a local pickup company holding up our name on an A4 piece of paper (so easy to read), along with another couple. We duly waited where our transport asked, as he waited for the second couple. Forty minutes later and one empty conveyor belt the transporter decided he had waited long enough so off we trundled to the hotel (about 30 minutes from the airport). Later that evening we had a call from our transporter with very poor Hengrish, telling us that apparently the other couple had waited 2 hours at the airport for him, then had to get their own taxi and he was “vely vely hangri” and was “hannoyed” at being stranded by wirgin horridays. Ok so what did this have to do with us? consider to get this far in the conversation took 20 minutes. So my friend can you call Meesta Martin in room 2010 an tell heem we waited for heem and did not just leave. Right so what purpose would that serve, imagine if I called your room to say “nah nah nah nah, we got picked up from the airport and you didn’t, ha ha”. I really didn’t fancy sitting on the phone listening to someone complain that the lift didn’t wait for them because they were slow. Not to be brutal about it but if you are expecting someone else you don’t just naff off cos you is bored waiting, maybe you put out a tannoy call or send another vehicle up later.

In a cruel moment as we were sat in the lobby drinking a cup of tea we did consider charging our drinks to Meesta Martin in room 2010 or even better ordering a bouquet of flowers, sending them to Meeses Martin and charging them to the room with a card that stated, “with love from your transport service”, however common sense prevailed and stopped Mrs Fogg from doing either.

Oh well.

We already knew Singapore was another world away, but we had no idea that The Doctor had investments over here too. The hotel provides complimentary water each day to keep us hydrated (who needs to carry it though when we can sweat pints of it in seconds when outside!).

Watch out for those Daleks, we hear they make a mean Singapore Sling.

Ever had one of those days where you wake up after a really heavy thunderstorm during the night and have no idea what day it is? I know as unlikely as it seems some people must be either totally clueless and have been marooned on a desert island somewhere or wander around thinking to themselves, gosh wish I knew what day it is, if only there was some way of knowing (stay with me on this), well all you need to do (beside ask someone, turn on the TV, look at a newspaper, etc) is make your way to Singapore, then the Hotel Shangri-La and get in one of the lifts. Why I hear you ask (beside the fact that the flight alone would cost more than several thousand newspapers, or even paying someone to tell you), well it’s obvious, because at midnight they have an army of workers (maybe it’s the borrowers), who come out and replace the carpet on the floor of all 6 lifts to show what day it is.

Simples!