Ajarn Philip wrote:Sorry to inflict this nasty little tale on you, but I need to get it all off my chest, and it might prove a useful warning for the unsuspecting tourist.
Over the last few months we’ve (Mrs Ajarn and I) got into the habit of popping down to Hat Sai Noi on the motorcy first thing in the morning 2-3 days a week. Bit of a nuisance, but the doctor said I needed to get some exercise....
Into the water then. Flat, calm, ideal for swimming . Of course, it’s all pretty boring out there. I’m floating on my back (recovering from the exercise…) a perfectly blue sky unbroken by the slightest wisp of cloud. This morning, though, there was a sliver of moon visible over the shoreline...
Mrs Ajarn is sitting there doing her ‘cottage’ (took me a year to work out this meant cross-stitch). Bless her, I know how much she loves these little jaunts to the seaside. She wraps up quite well, but I suppose the breeze can be a bit chilly for her – funny, aren’t they, these Thai folk? Every now and then I hear her mutter away cheerfully something about ‘see-dum’, which is probably something spicy she’s considering having for breakfast.
Mrs Ajarn asks if I want to go home yet, but I’m a sensitive and thoughtful farang husband, and I know she really wants to stay a while longer....
Oh Philip! Splendid writing! I've got to it a bit late - please excuse this. How well you are doing with this arduous exercise business! It must be awful, yet you are facing the ordeal of swimming at the beach with admirable determination.
"Doctor's orders" though!

Well done.
What really catches my admiration however, is the calm, forward-thinking of Mrs Ajarn. Mrs Ajarn is cool. She knows that the only way to be sure of getting one's needlework in on time is to apply oneself with regularity and dedication. Then one doesn't fall behind.
Mrs Ajarn is not romping at the water's edge in a teeny-tiny tropical-print bikini. She is not applying luxury sun oil costing £££s per drop, neither laughing and chatting about your exercise prowess to a girlfriend on her mobile. No! She stitches diligently at her needlework; the cottage is making steady progress, and it's not remotely approaching handing-in time. Way to do it.
Others with less foresight will be sitting up all night, sobbing in fear and despair, wailing that "they'll never have it done by morning" stitch stitch stitch and (pang of fear) what about that Below Standard awaiting them? Not Mrs Ajarn.
The cottage sounds splendid. I bet any of us Hertford Girls will award her a deserved Commendation. Who knows, you may win The Bookends for proud display at Maison Underwood!
I can hardly wait for Mark Reading!
"Baldrick, you wouldn't recognise a cunning plan if it painted itself purple, and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing "Cunning plans are here again.""