Small things

What a wonder it is to sleep through the night. The antibiotics seem to be kicking in. For a change the characters of my present novel did not invade my dreams in a jumbled mess with my current travel. The past few nights my fever has led Major Pettigrew to be wandering about in Laos while I argue with the dreamscape that the Major is supposed robe in bloody Sussex, not bloody Laos thank-you-very-much.
The Thais love two things, shopping and eating. When it gets too hot for either, they find shady bit and relax. And that has been my day. It's the shady bit right now.

In a few hours I board the night train for the Big Mango.

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