Made it through the fasting for Yom Kippur. Got a bit thirsty in the afternoon, and it wasn't easy watching JC plough through a pizza for lunch, but otherwise no problem. The best part was the big dinner on offer at the end of the service at the Jewish Club. A huge buffet with various salads, meats, drinks and deserts. Despite hundreds of hungry Jews doing their best we couldn't even put a dent into the massive pile of food. We tried though. Funnily enough the lift got stuck with some friends in there, luckily after everyone had eaten, so we spent 15 minutes standing around being useless until a fireman came along and with a quick flick of a key opened the doors. A drama filled day. The service itself was good (as far as these things go) with a good quality choir and reasonable turnout.

The thing about spending 25 hours without food and water is it is not as hard as it sounds. There are a few tricks, like not drinking alcohol the day before and avoiding chili and salt for your last dinner. But otherwise it is actually quite easy. I wouldn't say fun, but quite easy. That said that first sip of Coke is heavenly.

JC and PB got a new dollhouse that someone in Disneyland was getting rid of. JC hasn't left it yet but she is getting much better at sharing with little PB. She even gave PB some pizza yesterday, a big sacrifice for a 2 year old. We fear PB may be starting to teeth again, which means a week or so of a not so happy 1 year old. I think of it as good practice for when all the girls hit puberty.

More exciting still is the girls are now in one bedroom. They slept together while the in-laws were here and it went well enough that we decided to leave them their. PB's name has even been added to the door. It's great - they actually spend much of the time laughing at each other.

The scary thing I realised this morning is it has taken until I've had kids to realise what my parnets went through. Not in a bad way at all. Just when Ma used to ask my brother and me how our day was, I used to think it a lame question worthy of a one word answer. Now I appreciate how captivating it is for a parent to hear about the day, the triumphs, the tragedies and everything in between. That said next time I speak to Ma (hi Ma) I'm likely to still respond with a one word answer. Mostly because the grandchildren are that much more interesting.

Finally my Hong Kong thought for the day. Hong Kong has no postcodes. Yet all mail seems to arrive the next day at the very latest. If you ever thought HK to be a place of freedom, this should make you think again. How do they know where you are without postcodes? Ever tower in Hong Kong is called Harbour View Mansions or some such innocuous name. Big Brother is here.