As usual , late afternoon, corner shop and a beer or two.

First the despised Korn came by and started his usual mouthing off in incomprehensible English.

I told him I was not wishing to speak to him, but if he insisted, fine, but what about?

That threw him.

I am not a medical doctor, but I would diagnose him with Tourettes syndrome and tried to explain to him (useless) that he should think before he speaks.

Then he carried on, "You foreigner, you bomb Thai.".

Well I told him he was very observant to notice I was a foreigner.

Lost again, "You tourist, you bomber, spy."

Laughable as all this is it is a barometer of simple Thai thinking, or lack of it.

The ideas are implanted and easily absorbed.

Part two.

Having rid myself of him , a pleasant neighbour, oldish lady, probably younger than me, came to the shop to buy four beer Leo.

I know why, she is having work repainting her family house.

Like most of the good people in the village, at the end of a day's hard labour, it is customery to give a token of gratitude.

I made one of my pithy comments, about how she had said I drink too much, but obviously less than her.

She got the joke.

When walking home, said lady was sitting laid back at another neighbours house.

" Hell she's drunk the lot!".

"No, no, for the men painting the house!"

"Heard that excuse before; you are on a road to self destruction!".

My son was with me and I must say all were in hysterics, son included.

Love the village.