Massage parlour

Next door to our beach bungalow live two delightful Thai ladies who offer massages to the beach users. They have travelled down from Bangkok, expect the boss to arrive any day for an inspection, and occasionally deliver tasty foods to us that they have cooked. This morning it was onion omelette and boiled rice for breakfast. Yesterday we had bananas cooked in red sugar and coconut milk tied neatly in a plastic bag. We reciprocate as well as we can by offering' English lessons 'on the decking. So far we have 'discussed' the small amount of rain we had here and how to pronounce it. We moved on to the relationship between foxes and chickens in Britain, and snakes and chickens in Thailand, using a sketch pad prolifically.

Oh, and the foot massage was exquisite.