They were the finest loafers you’ll ever see

You must be wondering where I am and if I have fallen off the face of the earth, or perhaps head first into the Chao Phraya.  But no, I am still here, sweating.

The problem, you see, is that I have actually written 3 lengthy posts detailing what I’ve been up to over the past few days, but the continuing lack of internet chez moi means I have not been able to post them up.  Just think of the bonus reading you can do when internet man finally gets his finger out – it will need a cup of tea and at least 3 jaffa cakes.

I’ll skip ahead to today – it’s hot.  You won’t be surprised to hear that, but the bit that did surprise me was my failure to break a sweat until I was on the train this morning.  The carriage I got in had a handy gauge on the wall to tell me that it was 30 degrees and 74% humidity in our compartment, which is bad news at the best of time, but even more disheartening when you have your face stuck in a sweaty Chinese man’s armpit.

Today has been mega busy at work, so the big cheese ordered lunch in from a Japanese place nearby.  Mine was billed as being my Ichiban favourite gyu-don, which is basically just beef and rice but it came served with huge lumps of tofu welded to it with eggs and it was a bit barfsome, which after last nite’s disappointing dinner (of which you will read more of later) has left me feeling ravenous.

In lieu of any exciting news from me, go read this.  It’s always nice to read other people’s adventures but the stuff about the menus really cracked me up.

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