We’re extremely pleased to report that Nyan has started to make some new pals here in Singapore. After two months of hanging out with Daddy pretty much non stop, the poor kid, he’s now got some friends at his new school, and he’s started to pal around with kids here in the apartment complex too. The complex is five 21-story towers, built around a series of swimming pools and playground. On weekends and in the evening, the place is heaving with kids. The other day, Nyan noticed that one of the kids, a fella maybe six months younger than Nyan (his name’s Aiden, but they call him Danny Boy for some reason), had a plastic digger or bulldozer or the like. So Nyan went upstairs, got his own plastic digger, and went up to the little boy to share and play. And they were off to the races.
Later they moved over to the playground, where Nyan and Danny set up a shop, just like Nyan used to do back in Wanstead:
Danny’s older brother was there as well.
Now, almost every day when Daddy and Nyan walk home from school, Nyan peels his eyes for Danny Boy. If he sees him, Nyan will run up to him, and then it’s a good hour before we’re able to get Nyan upstairs for dinner. But that’s perfectly fine! Here they are on another day, climbing up the jungle gym.
