Another night of limited kippage for Adi lady which has left me very grumpsville indeed. A cacophonous chorus of snoringtons (roomy), trumpeting (hephalumps), barkingtons (countless, roaming dogs) and what sounded like drillingtons (bats!?) Kept up their wall of sound until the early hours. This was complimented by the thumperty, thumperty thump of the monsoon meeting corrugated iron and ear plugs were only able to muffle...
When slumber did finally beckon she was rudely awakened by a repeated 6 am alarm, the likes of which nobody dare claim. My Bilbo Bagginses are back with a vengeance.
So today sees me cutting corn and in their ignorance the staff here have let me loose with a machete. I'm pretty proud of myself, I finished the day with ten digits.
I liked these flowers...
And this is a chilli bush.
This is my roomy Carey, she is ace (apart from snoringtons). We have the same temperament and sense of humour; we could be sisters (except she's blonde and buxom).
Wielding a machete was a piece of cake, it was loading the van afterwards that was sweaty work. Smell more like mouldy meat pie than ever, can't imagine ever being clean.
Met a fellow Manc, Simon. I'd guess he is about mid thirties and from Prestwich. I did try and engage him in chattingtons but he was more interested in flirting with the twentysomethings by putting grass down their backs. Yep that should do it, a sure way to get laid.
We only did half a days work so rest of bloggingtons are my photos for the day. Dinner at 6.30 (the food is fabso), followed by Thai language and culture class.
Baby with mum...
Arty hephalump shot...
There are hundreds of dogs just roaming about, tres unhygienic...
Bath time.
Tomorrow I'm in the elephant kitchen followed by weeding duties. It's beer o'clock so over and out xxx
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