^^ Well spotted, but took a while!
When I was younger, I went through a phase of inserting a silly word into my work reports to see if the QC guy would spot it, but you grow out of such things as you mature. Now, when I'm digitising areas of coral, boulders etc on the seabed for charting, I gain my pleasure from mapping these areas in the classic 'cock and balls shape. I have no idea why I still find things like that amusing, but I do.
But... for example they left this bag of grout. I have coping stones around the pool that need relaying... a match made in heaven.
And besides, I get the gardener to do the dirty work, I just observe!
A shower tonight and that bag of grout would have bee ruined.
It's the chase I enjoy, you have to keep young.
But, you have rebar and sand, just add cement and gravel and world's yer oyster!
Anyway, the wife pissed me off immensely this morning, so as she retired to nurse a hangover for the day I fed a plateful of her belly pork I found in the fridge to the dogs.
It wasn't really an appropriate response because guess who pays for absolutely fukking everything anyway, but it made me feel better.
And anyway, belly pork is so full of cholesterol it really shouldn't be a staple in your diet these days... except maybe in Isaan?
What say you Tem?
Yeah well, you don't know better!
I fed Tem again tonight and the temptations are there so see.
I accept that the complete roll of rebar on the right is out of bounds, but those two off-cuts on the left? Tomorrow I will continue to push them into the undergrowth a bit more to hide, and I'm sure they will be left for me eventually.
Street dogs... who'd be without 'em?
Way better company than wives... no talking... no nuances... no shit, no nothing.
Just unadulterated love.
Apart from the occasional hospital incident!
Aaaawwwww... I still love him to bits!
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A big softy , as Bishop McFloppy said the actress
^ Nice one.
I considered thinking up more amusing solutions to the acronym, but I do have a life.
Of sorts...
Anyway, everyone loves khao dai day!
And just to be clear AO, this wasn't a double yolker but a brace off single yolker eggs fried together. The gardener seems to be getting pretty bladdy frivolous with our eggs as each dog had two today.
That's fourteen bladdy eggs!
I'll have a word tomorrow.
Anna sees the khao dai, wags her tail, and her first instinct is to pick up the fried egg and run off. I reckon that must be due to her 7 years on the street. You don't 'Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth', as they say.
In the early days after she joined us she used to run off with the egg and bury it.
Heartbreaking.
But there's nowhere to run to Anna, everywhere is your home now!
Coco likes to eat around the egg and leave the best to last.
A risky strategy with Yogi lurking.
The daughter does this with peas. I always thought it was because she loved the peas and couldn't resist gobbling them up first.
Recently she told me it was because she likes to get all the 'shit' stuff out the way first.
FFS... there's no manual for parenting.
More in the US, they aren't eggcited over the high price of eggs atm
^ Pardon my language, but it's no fukking yolk!
^^ Decadent indeed, but at least he didn't add clotted cream!
^ Fake news!
I fed Tem last night and was mighty disappointed... all six of the leftover rolls of rebar had been removed by the road crew. I'd hidden two pretty well as well... not obviously hidden, but enough undergrowth cover to be overlooked. Or so I thought.
The pile of sand is still there so my plan is to just collect a couple of wheelbarrow loads each evening. Slowly does it.
This morning Tem was happy to chew down on Malmo Mike's bone.
Yes, Mike sent a bag over a year or so ago and I'd mislaid them.
Lucky for Tem!
It looks like I'll have to take two bones tomorrow morning.
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Tonight Tem brought along both of his girlfriends, who I didn't catered for.
Every dog in the neighbourhood seems to have learnt my 'food whistle' and they all come along with Tem for tea.
I gave the girls a handful each but I could tell that it didn't really satisfy them.
While I was out there messing about with the 'outside' street dogs, the daughter arrived home from school at the same time the black puppy turned up.
Her father's daughter. I couldn't be more proud.
She has a gentle way with these guys that I can only admire.
What the fukk am I gonna do with meself when she starts boarding at a new school in August?
Without the daughter, all I seem to do is do jobs, eat pea-based meals and drink Ya Dong with the dogs. That's not living the dream.
I've really got to give this some thought, but in the meantime I had a swift Singha with Coco and Max.
They have a great time, but I can't help feeling that I need more.
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Rent a place along the Eastern seaboard on a 6 month contract and see how you get on splitting your time between the two. Mon to Fri along the sea and basic human needs, weekends at home with the kid and dogs. Worth the price of a six month contract to give it a go surely.
Not everyone had their testicles removed at birth laddy. Some of us do whatever the fok we want wherever the fok we want with whoever the fok we want, and if someone else doesn't like that, they can get foked. :-)
Drop off the kid en route on Sunday evening/Monday morning, then collect on the way back to Mendarosa on Friday evening. Probably not much of a detour. Mon-Fri near the sea and Western amenities, Fri night to Sunday night with the kid and dogs and the Welsh mate in Khorat. Best of both worlds.
I thought Thai culture traditionally accommodated some extra-curricular adventures, with the proviso that it be done discreetly?
While a pyjama-party might be a step too far, a gentleman's Pied-a-terre sur-la-mer for frolicking with fair fillies far from the nest for face-saving measures seems like it could have mileage...
Of course it wouldn't have to be every week. Get a 6-12 month lease and head down there for a 5 day break anytime one wants.
I hope you're not suggesting in any way that I am under the thumb?
I think that life must be a lot simpler without the need to work and a busy, full time job?
What would I do in some place in Rayong on my own Monday to Friday? Look at the sea? Count the seagulls? I'm pretty much done with Thailand to be honest.
Korat may not be my Valhalla but I have commitments, and if my daughter does go to boarding school it will free me up in some ways, but that freedom will be used for a lot more offshore work and a lot more time spent in Europe, so long as she settles in of course.
Thanks to that cretin Milliband, my work in Norway is absolutely booming and set to remain so for at least another 4 to 5 years. I hope to use this boom to stash a load of cash, get the daughter through education, and then think again, maybe even retire-ish. But I know one thing, I am happier busy than not, and also happier with commitments and stuff to do than idle. You have to know yourself.
If I wanted to spend time with 19 year-old, it would be on the clock. This is Thailand and it's all for sale and as cheap as chips. Why in God's name would you want to spend any time with one of these girls, put up with silly messages, cooking together, nice walks, blah blah... and all that shit? Been there, done that, never again.
I'm too busy for that bollocks, and if I did want that, she'd be out the door first thing in the morning so I could get on with things. Cash in hand, smile on her face, no further communication. Surely that is one of the few pluses of this awful country?
Commitments... Tem now relies on me and this black puppy is becoming a regular, but I know he has a home so I just give him a snack.
But that don't work, of course. He comes every night.
Thanks to Malmo Mike.
To be honest, if I didn't give him the treats I think Tem would soon sort him out, he really pushes his luck.
Anyway, life is about decisions and commitments. Some you may walk away from, many you should not.
What would this guy do if I disappeared? It would be the end of him. Maybe I'm too soft, but one of my closest mates always said, 'you have to sleep easy at night'. And generally I do.
But I do get pissed off about it at times.
No conversation necessary!
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^ You call that a dog?
Anyway, why did you call him Marty?
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