email to Peter after I had mentioned we were in the middle of a tremendous storm and he questioned which was worst, monsoon or the babes!
“You’re right of course. Storm or the kids? which is worse?
The storm has been going on all day and we’ve had three changes of clothes for the girls as they insist on “Dancing in the Rain” and “Muddlin'”.
Muddlin’, to you and me, is jumping in puddles until you are soaked through, and the puddles now are deep and wide!
You would think that good parents would discourage this sort of thing. Especially as Thai people giggle, laugh and point at the girls doing this. Not the case. Ava and Hattie are actively encouraged to enjoy themselves and just have fun in the rain.
Mind you, the parents do object to Grandad joining in. Spoilsports. I haven’t had so much fun in years although I’ve run out of changes of clothes!
The Thai people also find it funny to see some old bloke dancing in puddles. What a strange race they are.
As for a new wife, I do have my eye on one woman here, but she wouldn’t be classed as a young Thai bride. She looks like she was around at the time of the Ming Dynasty and has only three teeth. But, she cooks the meanest banana pancakes you could dream of from her little street vending cart. These pancakes are to die for. Her cart though, has seen better days and I think a dowry of a new one will clinch the deal. I have visions of her pedalling her wares up and down Beach Street in summer. Could make a fortune.
There is of course a far younger girl available if Miss Ffyfe of 1912 turns me down. She is a definite potential young Thai bride. Much the same thing though, I have visions of her pedalling her wares down Beach Street – at any time. Could make a fortune.”