I’m home, Jason is at work.  Max is sleeping and some bizarre bird noise goes off.  Takes me a good 3 or 4 minutes of searching the flat, all windows etc., until i realise that canary noise is actually our door bell.

open door: yes?

There stands a very old Chinese man in a t-shirt and shorts, wearing a scooter helmet.  The man gives me a big smile – he has maybe 4 teeth.  He starts speaking in Chinese.  I give a little laugh and say sorry I don’t speak Chinese which makes him just say more, faster.  Then he starts to sign out of a few things about something being downstairs.  I did hear the word chi fan (to eat), so given that our building has mixed zoning for office and residential maybe this is the Taiwanese equivalent of the British Sandwich Van?? Or maybe I missed a delivery? either way, its time to find that Chinese tutor asap.