Orange socks and the Missus were a long time leaving. First it was an idea. Then it was a dead cert. Then we had to decide on a date. The month was decided first - August.
Then it was gonna be the end of the month. Then the middle of the month. Finally it turned out to be the 6th. So it shouldn't have been a great surprise really to find that many were continually asking them when they were going.
To add to friends' confusion the farewell barbecue was at the beginning of July. A lovely turn out it turned out to be. Despite the very hot weather many friends, old and new, braved the hot weather. The Missus was in her element cooking and overseeing the food spread for the grazers and ensuring that the not so bold ate their fair share of the spread. Plenty of nectar in green tins was had, plus the increasingly ubiquitous rose wine. A good day.
The farewell didn't stop there. Lunches, dinners and farewell drinks added to the Orange Socks' girth, increased his melancholy and generally favoured him towards Hong Kong again. So many good memories. So many good people. So many good times. Each helping to sever the tie to the bad memories, people and times. Each rapidly dwindling.
So it was farewell to Hong Kong. The Missus and Orange Socks will visit from the land of sand to rekindle those fond memories and share tales of sand with the good people.
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