Holiday

Whispers in the West wind tell of folk attempting to breathe life into decrepit computers and frantic quests for magic games. Rumours of enchanted upgrades and secret forums. But as yet, no word has come of Arcadia or Valhalla. Dispatch riders wait in ready at the fort stables should dark tales be confirmed. The sleeping king as yet has shown little sign of awakening, thus life tends to go on as normal for the servants and parlour maids at the hidden fortress.

When the fire burns in the West and the skies are red like blood, only then, yea, only then will the king arise, don his garb and prepare for battle most foul.

Been busy of late have I. Monday, which seemed more like Sunday, having been denied Saturday as this was reluctantly given up for Camp Crusty No.2, was spent drinking with Tom. Tuesday, which became Monday was spent in recovery and at home communing in the garden. Wednesday, I ventured forth into town to resolve some pressing issues regarding rent, electricity and my steed. Also, a new computer was secured so my loving wife can play hidden object games she loves so much. Yea, she is mighty pleased and indulges in secret, guilty pleasure of video games whilst baby is encouraged to sleep on the mat in the hi-tech playroom we have designed and constructed. Those mini-games have come a long way, especially in appealing to the fairer sex.

Yesterday, I meandered through the valley to Songkhla and paid a visit to friend Tom, who sadly, still has a couple of weeks at school before his Summer break. He snuck out and we ate a truly disgusting burger and fries, at which I could not withhold comment and poor Tom was surely ashamed and aghast. The guilty burgers were served by the lowliest scanky whores or sluts Songkhla has employed in the infamous "Dark Side" locale of town. Aunties Burger Bar has been struck from my list of eateries forever. I suggested Lasange and Guinness at the Post or Swan next time.

We made up for this unfortunate event by indulging in some expensively but delicious ice cream along Songkhla sea front where we met a lovely aging couple who had been here 40 years before. They were Canadian and on the homeward stretch of a trip to the village in Indonesia where the wife had been born. They had been guests of honour at a huge banquet attended by the mayor as she had been the only Causasian in the village at that time. He had worked in oil in Singapore for many years and had some wonderful stories of life here in the 1960's. "But my God, how it has changed." They both remarked.

A little later than planned I sped back along the seafront and back through the valley to home.

So far the holidays are proved relaxing and productive, though today I am to be visited by Phit and Pee Dtoi about an upcoming teachers seminar I am expected to host. Bah!