The Corpse in my Bed

The Parents have gone. I've said my goodbyes and waved them off in the Mercedes booked to take them the hour and a half trip to the airport. The Husband has not said goodbe to them. Indeed, right now he probably does not even realise they have left, as he is currently dying a slow and painful death in bed following a rather large night out with the boys last night. After crawling into bed at 5am he mananged to leave the now rather fetid smelling bedroom at 9.30am for a sausage and egg sandwich but, frankly, he was far too sprightly. When he started dancing round the kitchen, shaking a carton of mango juice like a maraca it became quite clear that he was still drunk. After wolfing down his man-size butty he sheepishly slunk back to the bedroom and, three hours later, still hasn't re-emerged. The Parents and I went out for a walk down to the beach earlier and, upon attempting to ask The Husband whether he wanted to come with us, received only grunts.

We had a lovely night last night, beginning with drinks at the flat. The Husband geared himself up for his big night out by polishing off two very strong rum, lime juice and sodas in quick succession, whilst still assuring us that he would be absolutely fine to play a couple of sets of tennis in the morning. A freak cold spell last night forced me into a cardigan for the first time since arriving in Thailand (other than when in the ridiculously over-air-conditioned cinemas). It was a chilly 20 degrees centigrade! How I'm going to cope when we return to the UK, I don't know. We dined at a restaurant by the sea called Sunset and feasted on fish cakes, chicken with pepper and garlic, stir-fried prawns and asparagus, kale in oyster sauce and deep-fried mixed seafood, washed down with ice cold Singha beers. The Husband then went on to meet the boys in a bar on notorious Walking Street. The Parents and I walked back in the cool night air, ending up in an Irish bar for Baileys, hot chocolate pudding, the rugby and a read of The Daily Mail. It's amazing what seems exotic when you live in the tropics!