If anyone asks, my favorite mystery novelist would be Agatha Christie. Now please don’t be one of the unfortunates who didn’t know who she is! I made the last one who didn’t wikipedia her!
Well, anyway, I spent the whole morning yesterday reading After the Funeral and after doing some work and badminton in the evening, I finished it at around 4 in the morning before I called it a day — yes, I’m nocturnal!
And earlier this evening, we went to Garrick’s wake. It was surreal, at best, seeing all of us gathered. I mean… Hmm… I don’t really know what I mean.
It was a big difference from my grandfather’s wake. Fewer people attended back then. But I guess it was because most of his peers are already dead.