The eternal verity: look the part and they’ll never know. ..

{End of day Raffles ramble.}

Dear you,

Now that I am here at long last the very thing I’ve dreamt of at irregular intervals is not quite as I’d expected it to be. Raffles. Singapore. A Hotel. A destination. Long in my mind. Now an actuality. I am writing this to you from my shaded spot beneath the trees. Summer’s already browned lawn. Late haze of day. I’m soon headed for the hotel’s hair salon. To be quietly brought into follicular line with a focused snip, snip, snip. With a little fussing, I may, just may, be granted entry to the bar and ballroom. The eternal verity: look the part and they’ll never know.


Yours seeking to hoodwink first,
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