Apparently there’s some kind of breaking news about Megan Markle and Prince Charles. I have no idea what it is or if it is significant but in other news:
10 minutes before the end of class today a child, who shall remain nameless, decided to mix 3, 40 piece jigsaw puzzles into one
The frenzied ‘lets sort these puzzles out’ actions that followed resulted in class ending late
My Friday (super strong made by Jules) G&T after class was interrupted by a parent who rocked up 1/2 hour late to pick up their child and was slightly bemused that said child was no longer at school as had been picked up by ANOther
That interruption paled into insignificance when I headed out to meet my cocktail buddies, with the first step being to try to find my fitflops.
The help of children and school owners was requested for the search
Eventually, the missing flip flop turned up at the back og the school with the toe post and a significant chunk of the foot cover gnawed away.
It appears that resident puppy had decided my fitflop was an afternoon snack.
Thus followed a one footed bike ride to Jos’ house to borrow her only spare pair of shoes (thank god for felllow live in Cambodia big foots)
I managed to arrive just in time for the end of aperotime at Riki by the skin of my teeth and downed two Tom Collins cocktails like my life depended on it
Quiz night (my second attendance with a seriously committed to winning core team) resulted in super smug Saraness when an answer I gave proved to be correct but was ignored. Needless to say I didn’t let them forget this fact for the remainder of the evening.
Quiz concluded ( we did actually win (in no small part due to my picture and music round prowess)) I stopped drinking gin and watched as a tuktuk driver secured my bike to the tailgate before transporting me home.
This post comes to you via a pickled liver combined with a real desire to actually make sense.
Who knows if I achieved it – maybe I never will!