Gum

In spite of the fact that every spare moment one has in Singapore can be spent shopping, gum is not sold here. I had heard that there were draconian rules regarding gum chewing - arrest, caning, years in a Singaporean slammer. All lies as it turns out. It is simply unavailable. I was a little paranoid about the whole thing and so did not stock up before I came...in spite of the fact that I am a confirmed gum chewer the slammer thing just didn't sound all that great to me. Now that I know it is not so big a deal - I saw an Asian woman chomping away on the train just the other day - I am sad about my lack of a stockpile. Yesterday, however, I found 2 packs! TWO PACKS! Oh happy day! I tried to hide them but when Andrew went into the bedroom for nail clippers he found them. He asked for a piece. Can you imagine? I would die for this child, however I have 16 pieces to last me for the next 18 months - less than one a month - and I do not wish to share my gum with him. I gave him one, but told him to stick it on the bedpost when he was done for the day and chew the same piece again tomorrow. He was horrified, but I told him - Hey, we did it! There is even a 1960's song about it....