Drive back from Teluk Intan at 9 am, and reached home around 12noon. Quickly unpacked luggage and quietly closed the gate door (to avoid kids, we hardly have time to unpack, let alone assemble kuih raya!)
Then went to Nenek's House somewhere in Seremban. Happily stuffing my small hand bag with big fat cash. Yippie! Being unemployed does create a HUGE sympathy factor!
Money can buy happiness I tell you. Those who say otherwise didn't know how and where to shop.
My Hari Raya was not quiet meriah as it used to be. In Teluk Intan we just sat home entertaining endless guests. Since there is shortage of human force, I had to change to baju rumah at 2 pm to take care of the dishes on the first day of Hari Raya itself. Grrrrr....
'Tak boleh pakai cawan kertas, orang tua-tua kena hidang pakai cawan berlapik' Tapi guest ada 30 orang, and adik beradik belah mama je 12, sape basuh pinggan? I jugak!
'Jangan pakai jug tu, pakai jug yang ada bunga je' Apa beza bunga tak bunga?
'Jangan buat buffet style, nanti ada yang tak sempat makan' Siapa nak turun naik dapur angkat hidang kalau tiap2 dua jam ada orang datang?
Tapi yang italic tu jawab dalam hati je la.
Sabar je la layan elderly yang bossy ni kan!
