We made the mistake of having an early night and both felt like we’d slept for two hours and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning. I bored Donna explaining that I had dreamt about writing a dissertation on the history of the permanent wave, so I’m certain I did get some (very boring) sleep. Not much though.  Maybe it was the anticipation of flying to Krabi. More likely it was the shaking off of the final crumbs of jetlag. Whatever it was, we took a while to come round.  But come round we did. As Donna has been a chambermaid, we did the decent thing and tidied…

“We’ve done it again.”  “Done what again?” “Got up really late and missed most of the morning.” Jetlag was our excuse, along with rolling in at 4am because, for some reason, we were on the VIP list at the final bar. The owner chucked out ever other person, and refused entry to newcomers but asked,  “one more?” each time we drained our glasses.  We don’t know why: good tippers? Middle- aged gullible ladies who look like big spenders? Or just pleasant and smiley? Probably all three. Whatever the cause of our tiredness, we did something that I never do and spent hours by the pool on the hotel roof writing…

Last night we both lost our voices. Oh no! You might think.  Have you picked up a bug on the plane?  Is it the foreign climate drying out your vocal chords?  Of course, it is neither of those things.  We lost our voices because we appear to have turned into SIMS characters. Do you remember that game? The one where animated characters wander around being industrious and making unintelligible noises non-stop until they drop into bed? That’s us, that is.  We are both wondering at what point we’ll run out of things to talk about.  I don’t think that point will arrive. I hope not anyway.   I suppose we did…

“… well, I’ve lived in Thailand for six months … Oh yes, I’ve done Muay Thai, ju jitsu, normal boxing,MMA … in fact, I’m a boxing trainer … I’m a shaman and I know all the songs and I’ve got the outfit.”It’s always good to have a taxi driver whose ego has been thrust out of him never to return via a spell inthe Amazon. Even when he is so chatty that he gets lost and then tries to snog your travellingcompanion at the airport.Yes, I’m back in my favourite place, and this time I’ve got a friend with me. She’s called Donna. I’veknown her since the late ‘80s.Last night,…