The usual haze had lifted, exposing clear blue skies. In England, this meant it was going to be a very cold day. As it turned out, in Thailand it meant the exact opposite... If we thought we'd experienced unbearable heat, today was going to take it to a whole new level.

I Skyped with my mom while Edd took our washing down the road. He also went in search of food and bus tickets to Loas for the next day. He returned an hour later to me still Skying with my mom, I'd moved from leaning on my right elbow, to leaning on the left one instead, but other than that, I hadn't moved and wasn't planning on it.

He'd found an array of Thai food and I quickly delved into the spring rolls. He'd also bought deep-friend banana that looked like squid legs, cooked butternut (or pumpkin, I'm not sure which) a few fish cakes and some Pad Thai for himself. We feasted on our lunch, on the bed, continuing to Skype with my mom who was busy having breakfast. The time differences were a bit mind warping at times and it was easier to just accept that she was also eating, without actually labelling her meal.

We decided the days activity was going to be the Sunday market; we'd done it the week before, but only a small portion of it as I was ill. I was glad we'd stayed to do it again. We sat and researched Laos and the different things to do there, how to get around, places to stay, etc, while we waited for the day to cool off. We emerged from our room at 5.30pm and walked down to the market; I was beside myself with excitement.

As we arrived, someone was speaking over the loud speakers that were placed all over the city. Everyone stood still while they sang a song in Thai and we're still not entirely sure what it was all about. It was amazing to see a sea of people motionless, waiting for the singer to finish before continuing to bargain down on a scarf, buy an ice cream or try on a pair of shoes.

We bought a few bits (for me - my ever expanding bag knows no limits). He enjoyed the bargaining and I wanted to buy everything; it was a good combination. We had a terrible meal as we'd decided on tempura prawns, dumplings and a spring roll. The tempura prawns were so heavily caked in batter that you could take them to war, the dumplings had hard bits in them that you either had to swallow whole, or spit out. Luckily the spring roll was eatable.

We walked around and Edd took an endless number of photo's 'for our wall one day.' If it wasn't for his hat, I probably would have lost him. I'd like to say he'd be easily identified by his mullet, but bad hair cuts on westerners are the fashion here, so he'd have blended in. We decided after seeing the 7th stall with embroidered elephant, pillow cases that we'd had enough and it was time to go home. We collected our washing from the store and made our way back to our accommodation for the last time.

*I'd like to add, as a side note, that when you pay your 80 Baht for washing, they iron your knickers as well. I've never in my life had ironed knickers and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. Nevertheless, £1.50 will get your knickers ironed.

We started to pack our life back into our bags and had an issue with the electricity... There wasn't any. It had tripped and our lights had not come back on, but only in our room; after 30 - 45 minutes of conversations in broken English with the owner, the lights came back on without anyone having touched anything. Edd is still amazing and completely baffled as to how this happened.

I was done packing and Edd turned to me and asked 'Do you know where the US Dollars are?' The blood drained from my face and that was all he needed to know. I grabbed my bag and started unpacking, even though I already knew there was no money to be found. He was certain the last time he'd seen the money was the day after our engagement party, as I had been sorting out the different currencies. I was certain I'd given him everything the day we flew out.

The money was gone.

In a last-ditch attempt and a major grasp of straws, I Face-timed his mum to ask her to check the other bag we'd packed - the one his folks were bringing out with them to Bali. I had no idea why I'd put money in it, but life was a little bit chaotic before we left and I wasn't going to rule out a moment of madness. She asked the obvious question: 'Have you checked all your pockets?' I had. I thought Edd had, but I looked up at him and he had a sheepish smile on his face. He had a super secret compartment in his back pack that he suddenly remembered and hadn't checked. The US Dollars were in it and his life expectancy shortened to a matter of minutes. I had unpacked my bag again, endured his wrath for losing the money and was going to kill him.

After much consideration and large amounts of grovelling, I decided prolonging his pain by dangling it over his head would be far more satisfying. He repacked my bag and we got ready for bed. He had to get up to switch the lights off, because I hadn't lost the money.