Got very very wet on the way home today, it being the "season of occasional downpours in Thailand" (for the less observant, that's "SOD IT!!" for short). Luckily I followed suit with the natives as soon as it started, scurrying under the nearest bridge to wait it out, then dejectedly donning hopelessly inadequate waterproofs and setting out again when it showed no sign of abating. The natives all do creative stuff with bin liners and shopping bags but I had my pac-a-mac and leggings handy. By the time I got home my feet were as wet as Roger Federer's t-shirt.
While we're on sweating, I just got back from the gym. I did what's basically too expensive in the UK unless you're a Bank chief exec, and joined one of those big glitzy ones with four floors of stepping/cycling/cross-training/hybrid machines and awful disco music blaring out all day long. It's possible here because it's only the equivlaent of £30 a month, and it's air conditioned. So I don't have to trudge round Lumphini Park in 35 degrees and I can get away with one bottle of water per session. I managed 2km of rowing (8 min 28 sec if you're feeling competitive) followed by 30 mins on the bike. Next time I'll try running but I wanted to ease myself back in today with some low-impact stuff. My poor old bones.
While we're (still) on exercise, Lyn's been for two - count 'em - two runs this week. I swear by the time she gets here on Sunday she'll look like a speccy (and slightly less vacuous) version of Barbie. Sorry love, no offence.
Not much more to tell really. Oh, Lyn went to a "July 4th Quiz-B-Q" dressed as a cowboy. Here's evidence:
Going back to this blog's title (what, you thought it was about water? Ha), she got so drunk she left my nice hat, which she'd borrowed without consent, at the party. I'm incensed. In order to prove you've retrieved the hat, dear, you'll have to bring it to Thailand. And while you're at it you might as well bring the rest of the outfit as well - just in case we get invited to a fancy address party you understand, no other reason of course. Ahem.
Better go now. Be good
While we're on sweating, I just got back from the gym. I did what's basically too expensive in the UK unless you're a Bank chief exec, and joined one of those big glitzy ones with four floors of stepping/cycling/cross-training/hybrid machines and awful disco music blaring out all day long. It's possible here because it's only the equivlaent of £30 a month, and it's air conditioned. So I don't have to trudge round Lumphini Park in 35 degrees and I can get away with one bottle of water per session. I managed 2km of rowing (8 min 28 sec if you're feeling competitive) followed by 30 mins on the bike. Next time I'll try running but I wanted to ease myself back in today with some low-impact stuff. My poor old bones.
While we're (still) on exercise, Lyn's been for two - count 'em - two runs this week. I swear by the time she gets here on Sunday she'll look like a speccy (and slightly less vacuous) version of Barbie. Sorry love, no offence.
Not much more to tell really. Oh, Lyn went to a "July 4th Quiz-B-Q" dressed as a cowboy. Here's evidence:
Going back to this blog's title (what, you thought it was about water? Ha), she got so drunk she left my nice hat, which she'd borrowed without consent, at the party. I'm incensed. In order to prove you've retrieved the hat, dear, you'll have to bring it to Thailand. And while you're at it you might as well bring the rest of the outfit as well - just in case we get invited to a fancy address party you understand, no other reason of course. Ahem.
Better go now. Be good
