The battle of the sand, the bird and sweeping

Ok, I'll try and be more entertaining as I have had a complaint.

Every night in my bed Tijen has a battle with sand. It's in our bed so we brush it away then it comes back from this unknown source...she battles on, we put the mosquito net up sealing ourselves in and there's sand, so she brushes again. Opening the net to brush it away, then it returns so she brushes again, puts on the fan and there's more in our bed (I'm asleep by this point) she lies down completely exhausted from all this effort, hot and sweaty "but look, feel Suzi there's more fucking sand!"

It is futile as we have discovered sand gets into:
Your bag, toes, ears, sunscreen, bed, belly button, crevices, food, electrical items, books, bed, whatever you lie on, the floor, bed....etc

So the bird just a quick mention Da, the Thai woman who owns the hut we're staying in has a bird. It chats away to itself all day and whistles, but without a doubt the best thing it does is beeps like a moped horn. I am not kidding all day you think there are mopeds on the hill stuck in traffic.

Sweeping in my new favourite thing, I sweep our hut (sometimes the bed) and our balcony regularly, Tijen sweeps the bathroom water as it collects in one corner. We make a great team!

and that's it for today. It's raining and I don't like whizzing about on the moped in rain and sand!
o and by the way my days consist of lying on the beach working on my tan.

I hope this blog entry is better I aim to please......(you know who you are)