There are more than 80 shopping malls in Singapore and by early December they are all seriously hitting Christmas fever pitch.
Despite the fact it might be sticky and hot outside and the afternoons punctuated with lightning, thunder and monsoon rains, the malls are not only icy cold but resplendent with snowmen, Father Christmases of all dimensions, reindeer, icicles and holly. Tinkling carols complete the package.
By accident (it is probably the last place I would have gone to by choice) I found myself in one of the biggest malls, Vivo (near the harbour) and inside the biggest toy shop in Singapore, Toys "R" Us. All I wanted was some accessories for a Thomas the Tank Engine train-set but somehow I lost an hour of my life and ended up with a half a trolley full of Christmas presents.
Never before have I been struck by the shopping urge like this (well apart from in plant nurseries). I don't really know what happened. Maybe it was the combination of being disoriented by the sounds of my most hated Christmas song - Winter Wonderland - (the only saving grace was Vince Martin wasn't singing it) and the knowledge that I'd knowingly broken my rule never to darken the doors of a business labelled anything "R Us".
After wandering the aisles, which were a mix of the familiar and the incomprehensible (I still don't get the appeal of Hello Kitty) I emerged with possibly the world's largest plastic carrier bag and the knowledge that I still had to get back to my hotel on the underground. That proved only the first of my worries. Somehow in my retail frenzy I'd forgotten that I was already verging on surpassing my luggage weight limit and my bag was already full.