COMMENT | Perhaps it had something to do with the weather. The past few weeks were blisteringly hot.

The plants in my garden were on the verge of passing out, while my ferns had already fainted. And the now brown grass had admitted to the whole world that the grass on the other side was indeed greener. But at 71, I ain’t moving anywhere.

Then came an invitation for a class lunch reunion with a much-loved teacher. Let’s call him Che’gu.

He taught us Biology in Form Five. I agreed almost immediately, despite some trouble with my eyes.

I wasn't seeing double. It was worse than that - my world was turning topsy-turvy, which by the way is the same as upside-down. Or if you prefer, downside-up.