One more sleep before we go to the Bay again for our weekly shopping, followed by lunch at our favourite Sawatdee Thai Restaurant. I'd better bring along my driver's licence as Padma will again order Pad Kee Mao, or Drunken Noodles, and may not be able to drive home.
Of course, I will attempt to rescue more books from the local op-shops, and Padma will stuff her bags full with wool - what's the collective noun for wool? yarns? - to feed her endless production line of blankets for the "Wrap with Love" charity (we're both mad in our own very peculiar way).
Padma also has herself booked in for an eye-test. Not before time as I have to keep pointing out to her the dust on the mantelpiece which she can no longer see. It's either the optician or the marriage counsellor.
We're still five days away from winter - unlike in the Northern hemisphere, our seasons begin on the first of a calendar month - but already I've been going through an enormous amount of firewood. It's becoming a race between me and the firewood: who will be gone first? If it should happen to be the firewood, I might as well be dead as this winter promises to be a very cold one. Keep warm and stay alive!
