Voices

I know it’s wrong to have favourites.

It’s not right and proper because of how it makes the non-preferred feel but also there’s that nagging voice inside my head, the teensy weensy taunt that makes me feel guilty for 'favouriting' someone. I don’t like it.

So, for today only, I make no apologies for having a favourite ‘follower.’

My most recent follower is Simon.

Simon and I thought we met via Husband at the tailors in Bangkok where he and another colleague from London were having suits made during a week’s business trip. But after a couple of hours, several large gin and tonics (mine) and beers (Simon’s) I asked him a totally random question about his past. It was that voice again - it had been talking to my subconscious …It knew something I didn’t. Eventually my conscious caught up and it was true and I remembered him: some fifteen years earlier I had been working where Simon had been a student…

Anyway, that's not why Simon is today's favourite follower. He had a visitor in London last week, a colleague of Husband’s from Thailand. The colleague returned to the Bangkok office yesterday and sent an email to Husband, who forwarded it to me, which said: 'Simon passed me 2 packs of Tea from London for you. I have placed them on your desk.'

YAY. Thank you, Simon.

Tomorrow I shall like all my followers equally.

Doncha just love it?

I was feeling a little pathetic yesterday. I couldn’t write at home so after lunch with Husband and Son, I went to write in Starbucks. I bought a fruity frappacino, read the freebie Eng Lang magazine and then hugged my bag to my chest and went to sleep. Yes, in Starbucks. This means one of two things: either I have properly immersed myself in Thai culture (Thais will sleep anytime, anywhere) or I was a bit poorly.

When I got home I was full of self loathing for not writing, but then I realised I was feeling ‘not quite right.’ I took Migraleve immediately which put a halt to the pain and meant I could function. I woke this morning still feeling not quite right but we’ve got stuff planned so I got myself up; read a couple of blogs (including this one) and went into the shower (I apologise for any horrible images this conjures up for those that know me.)

While I was in the shower (ditto apology, didn’t mean to remind you) with my mind a wandering, I came up with Novel No 3 idea. (There is a small problem in that I haven’t written either novel 1 or novel 2, but it used to be the lack of ideas that worried me … now of course it’s the writing of the ideas…) Anyway, it’s perfect; it fulfils all the things that obsess interest me while being different enough from the ideas for 1& 2.

I owe Wordtryst big time for a comment in her post, which my mind picked up and flew with.

Then I had an idea for an article I’m doing that I knew was due but the subject had eluded me.

Doncha just love it? Now, of course I’ve got the small matter of writing them…