I have survived my first week without upsetting anyone, as far as I know. I have talked to my first big meeting, welcomed Bunthorn my VA, cooked stir fried tuna and veg, rode my Moto on the right side of the road, got chatted up by a stoned man from Sri Lanka (well he would have to be wouldn't he) and took part in the great cockroach battle of 2016.

This started as a small battle when a tiny little cockroach popped it's head out from under the large blue water tub that sits in the wet room and which I must keep full of water in the dry season! I dealt with the invader and felt proud that I hadn't immediately run to the nearest 5 star hotel. However that was only the beginning last night daddy cockroach stuck his head out of their comfy home under the large blue water tub ...... Again I dealt with him but felt I had to deal with their comfy home as well. This morning I put on my armour (walking boots) and bravely went into battle. I tentavely lifted the large blue water tub and you would not believe what I saw, an absolutely clean floor. I think they were Japanese cockroaches who came in with that washing machine