(Wo)Man down

After editorial differences Rebecca would like to distance herself from these postings. I tried to call home and the line was pretty awful but Bec said that mum would look at the blog and my voice would come through. That's nice I thought, but she carried on.. "Yes, the blog is just like how you talk. From tangent to tangent with no punchline." Ouch.

I can't post any new pics today 'cos I'm charging the ipod (while listening to it on headphones - blogs, ipods, who dragged me into the 21st Century?) and the USB ports are too close together for me to plug in both at the same time.

Bec is at a Battik painting school today so I'm doing the chores, while wondering around Chiang Mai; checking bus times to the border with Laos (done), dropping off some laundry, having wig cut (refusing) and updating blog.

As she's not here I can tell you about her fall as we were leaving the hotel in Bangkok. It had rained for about an hour or so before we were due to set off for the station. Bec stepped off from the hotel cafe onto the slippery road and her right leg didn't plant. It just skidded until it couldn't any more. At that point she just collapsed onto her left knee (with her backpack strapped on). No one in the cafe laughed as it looked damn painful. I gallantly rushed to her side and asked if she was OK and I could see that she was hurt. She hobbled 'til we were out of view of the hotel and then had a look at her wound: a nice graze right on her kneecap. Of course, I'm being the sympathetic husband until I inadvertantly bushed my leg against her knee in a bar last night and I was given a punch on the nose for my thoughlessness. Maybe I shouldn't have taken her to see the Thai boxing afterall...