This evening I went for an ice cold cider... it's been the perfect baking hot, humid and airless day for it.



But yesterday was a different story.

I dropped off the daughter early morning to go to a trip to Khao Yai with some schoolmates, and on returning home around 9am, and with the wife away, this was the first day that I could remember when I had absolutely no commitments.

So, after doing a few odd jobs and preparing a load of steak and pig's kidneys to simmer away for pie making, I though 'fukk it', and around lunchtime settled down to watch 'Legends of the Fall'. I've been meaning to watch it for ages and Brad Pitt don't make many bad movies. Lola joined me of course, she loves a good movie. I asked the gardener to do the dog feed, and everything else. I was on holiday.



Maya soon joined the fun, or maybe the fan? I was enjoying cold Leo with the remnants of a small bottle of Lao Khao.



Yogi and Tommy were loitering... they could obviously sense a relaxation in house rules.



It seems that I went on to Ya Dong chasers once the Lao Khao had run out. A bit of a worry considering that it was still light outside.



At some point in the proceedings Lola appears to have brought me a pair of the daughter's school socks to inspect. I guess she was missing her... as was I but I was also thoroughly enjoying a lone drinking session without any accusing looks.



Yeah, the Ya Dong must have been working... 'Selfie' time! Lola really is a great drinking companion.



And here was a shock, even Yogi turned up! This was also a bit of a nightmare because not only does Yogi tend to 'mark' things, but also his little white hairs show up on the sofa and the Kommandant will doubtless return at some point.



Anyway, I haven't got the faintest idea how that movie ended, but I do know that I managed to put together a half decent meal... and that at some point I must have progressed on to Mont Clair.



And a pudding to boot!



How lovely to have no commitments whatsoever for an entire day... but also a worrying insight into how a retirement in Korat could look, with no daughter living at home and no work to do.