La bohème was nice but the theatre was way too cold, so it wasn't a brilliant idea to wear a sleeveless dress. I must remember to bring a sweater in future.
We enjoyed the opera despite overhearing a group of students behind us complaining, "It's so freaking boring!" Three people sitting next to CH disappeared after the first interval. They brought their body warmth with them because the theatre got progressively colder after that.
As much as we enjoyed the performance, it was a relief when we finally walked out of the theatre after 2.5 hours. I was starving by then, so we stopped by Glutton's Corner for a plate of char kway teow (fried noodles) and hot teh tarik (milk tea).
It was close to midnight by the time we got home and I promptly fell asleep after that.
I woke up on Sunday morning to find Rusty's vomit on the shaggy rug. Fedup of the disgusting condition the rug was in, I made a hasty decision to wash it, hoping that the weather would stay sunny all day.
The super shaggy rug was soon soaked in so much soapy water, it must have weighed a ton. I worked up such a sweat scrubbing the thick woollen pile. Finally I rinsed with a fragrant fabric softener before dragging it to the sunniest part of the patio. Flipping a wet rug was such a mammoth task!
Needless to say, I spent all day watching the weather like a hawk. Even after an entire day under the hot sun, some areas of the rug did not dry completely.
My advice is don't try this at home. A stunt like this would not only make the manufacturer howl in despair, the rug may end up smelling like a drenched rat if you don't dry it properly. It may even end up in the trash.
Thank goodness my rug smells and feels so nice and woolly now. I'm sure Rusty shares the same sentiment. With him around, I'm not sure how long it will stay this way.