Travelling back on Thursday was not good, as I was ill. Not at the start of the journey but by the end I was suffering from Malaria, Dengue Fever or some other serious tropical disease that I haven't been told about.

Friday morning I woke up too ill to work and sent a text to Bunthorn telling him what I wanted him to do. I then lay back in bed thinking typical male didn't offer to come and see me. Fell asleep to be woken by the phone - it was San. My landlord had seen me come home and they were worried I hadn't come for breakfast. I explained that I was poorly but would come up later for some food.

She rang back to say she would visit me - this meant a very quick dress as no-one deserves to see me in my night attire. She and another waitress arrived with fruit and best wishes. She then said what food did I want and the other girl would get it for me. So I had an omelet and bread. My lovely landlord even sent some rice porridge for later which meant I could just stay in bed all day.

The only thing that disturbed me was Bunthorn ringing to see if I wanted him to buy me some lunch - maybe he isn't so typical after all!!

Today I got up latish, walked to the restaurant to have breakfast. Back to bed and out again to facetime Mum. I think I have had a very mild dose of Malaria which would I think be called a cold if I was back home.