Mera had been dropping by frequently. Last time he was here, for three times. I made sure I had enough biscuits and water for him outside. I think this being the QingMing period, his mum is busy at work and late in picking him up. Poor Mera!

Funeral at opposite block. The usual noises: monks chanting, mahjong tiles crashing, and the grandchildren ( and their parents ) who don't know any better playing like monkeys at the playground.