With the son away, I was feeling rather down yesterday morning. My condition was not helped following a review of my finances. More eating out than usual, plus a few trips, plus a recent TV purchase on credit; meant that the Spike banking system was feeling a little Greek. Some restrictions on spending will be required over the next couple of months, which may also be a challenge because I had promised she who must be obeyed a “just the two of us” holiday.

Suitably crestfallen, I was wandering around Central while she who must be obeyed attended to some banking, and I came across something which is very hard to find. The only one in Pattaya and just arrived that very morning apparently. I had a play with it and it was beautiful. But I didn’t need it and couldn’t afford it; and was proud of my willpower when I walked out of the shop empty handed.

In the car and heading for the exit, I told she who must be obeyed about it.

That’s the gorgeous thing that’s in short supply isn’t it? she said

Indeed, I answered; amazed that she remembered previous Spike ramblings.

It’s an instant classic.

It is.

You should get it.

I can’t afford it and don’t need it.

You should still get it.

So we re-parked the car and I bought it. It’s all her fault.

The Son and his girlfriend arrived in Thailand in February. They returned to the UK yesterday, after four months of flitting around the region and chilling out in Pattaya. When they were away, we had the company of she who must be obeyed’s sister.

So now the condo seems strangely quiet, with just us and the cats. It’s been great to have company, and I do wish that I lived closer to The Son so we could see each other more often; but that’s life and I will just have to look forward to the next time we can meet up.

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The considerable disappointment that accompanied the failure of the end of days event has not been explained to Pattaya baht bus drivers, who continue to advertise judgement day. I do wonder who paid for this nonsense….

True. Allegedly.

In the lunatic world of UK law, there is apparently a thing called a “super-injunction”. This allows anyone with enough cash to stop media publication of things that they did which they wish to keep secret.

Such a person was Ryan Giggs, who I understand is a footballer. Presumably without the knowledge of his wife, he embarked upon a seven month affair with Imogen Thomas who appeared briefly in a reality show and is therefore “famous”.