Stories of KK

We are all here in Sydney because my husband's studying. But precisely WHAT is he studying? Aha. I don't think I've mentioned this. He's not a man of airy-fairy words, ideas and debate. Neither is he a man of numbers, business or accounts. Nope. He's a man who is down-to-earth and grounded in more ways that one. He studies soil, rocks and structures. As boring as it may sound to others, he finds it tremendously interesting. What he says is: Everything starts from the ground. True, true. This past week, a particular module he is studying has brought him on field trips to rather interesting sites. He goes to school, and like an excursion, a bus takes him and his classmates on hour-long journeys to the sites. This is a pit which goes down for a hundred metres. Problem is, Australia's rocks are very different from Singapore's rock, he's never seen any of it before, and he's struggling with that. A couple of days, he came back from school with his head in