sipi

Once in a while, when you least expect it, you will meet that one and your tongue will hit the ground.

Let's get one thing straight here, our partners deserve to have their own money.

Deserve?

What if they gamble?

What if they give it away to their deadbeat brother (who wrecked our house, my motorbike, sold my clothes and furniture when we went away, etc)

My wife can earn all the money she wants and give it to her family, or gamble with it, or whatever, but she doesn't deserve mine because she hasn't proven to me that she can handle it responsibly.

So, please don't set my rules for me.

They deserve to have their own money and do what they like with it regardless of where they get it. Who are we to keep then pennyless? Even prisoners get pocket money.

Do we ever really know each other, even the ones we have known in the flesh for years?

I was at the funeral of a friend I have known for ages the other week.

"Henry was a gifted piano tuner, and he joined the circus and trained as a trapeze acrobat...." (complete with a projected visual display of photos)

Really, I never knew that.

The concept of a "housekeeping allowance" goes back centuries. Google it.

Anyway, I am the sole income earner and pay for everything. The Mrs doesn't get paid an allowance, however I give her cash (or she helps herself), and she has her own bank accounts.

Let's get one thing straight here, our partners deserve to have their own money.

I look nothing like my avitar but my posts are genuine.

Who wants to befriend someone who looks like an ape with his arms dragging along the ground and 666 tattood across his forehead?

Benny Hill in Thai.

Trip Advisor is called Trip Advisor for a good reason.

https://www.tripadvisor.com.au/Tourism-g775407-Kamphaeng_Phet_Kamphaeng_Phet_Province-Vacations.html

I will embarrass myself and say that Khao San is still one of my favorite places to play Songkran for a few hours with the tourists.

We were in Chiang Mai once and I wasn't impressed. The village is ok, but a bit boring.

Biro pistols and umbrella guns have been around for decades. I guess this is the next step.

You can't remember whether you are at a wedding or a wake.

Does it matter if someone finds out your real name? So what?

Did he evacuate the air from the system before opening the valves on the condenser unit, or just purge it through (or neither)?

I have tried to reply to this four times and messed up the wording four times.

Ok here goes...

Frankly the best thing I ever did was meet my Mrs.

In bed with a woman in her mid to late 20s. Of course, a beer in hand, too.

Then you're wasting a handful....

A beer in both hands?

Yes, as I get older I realize that pleasant weather is important.

Queenstown, New Zealand would be my second choice.

I am in contact with friends in Thailand and Scotland, whilst based in Australia.

I know that Songkran can be a lot of fun, but the heat is too much for me these days. Scotland is lovely but again the weather is a bit dull.

Right now I am outside with my Thai son; the weather is mid 20's, gentle breeze and blue skies. The smell of Thai cooking permeates the air.

If you could be anywhere on the planet right now where would you like to be?

What you see is what I am. Sipi is easily confused without complicating things unnecessary.

Yes there are rules when playing Songkran. Don't soak babies, oldies or people eating are just a few.

A few years back at a Songkran festival after a few drinks Sipi joined in that Thai dancing where you curl your fingers and toes. Apparently I was quite good. Never again.

Someone once tried to explain to me years ago how the Thai traditional octave only uses full notes, not half notes like the octave that we use.

I just googled in and still don't understand.

I normally go to bed first and spread out. The wife goes later and takes her half. Then around 4am our son joins us. So by morning I normally have a strip on the edge about a foot wide to call my own.

I have been called a lot worse.

My Mrs won't get a haircut on Wednesdays, or pick strawberries on Thursdays, or a million other things.

Up to her.

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