On nothing in particular
Odd the things you find. I just found one of my earplugs in the toilet. No idea how it got there. I also discovered recently that, whereas clothing sizes in China are very often two or three sizes smaller that they are here, in Thailand they seem to be three or four times larger than expected. I once ordered something from China, a shirt, via eBay and ordered an L size. (I know, rather ambitious, but it was a while ago.) It turned out to be Large for a six-year-old, but X-small for an adult. So, when I recently thought I’d see what shopping in Thailand was like, I ordered and XXL size, assuming that the size differences would be similar. Not. The shirt would well house a family of six and have enough left over to cover a few sofa cushions. I’ll try ordering again at a more realistic size and see if that works. Nice shirt though, but where did they get all that material?
No idea why I am talking about this today, maybe because I have no other news of consequence (or photos), except to remind you that, if you are going to offer someone the stunning gift of a James Collins book this Christmas, now is the time to order it. You can find the links over on the right, where the Symi books are, and some of the others, and I will include a link to top-selling ‘Remotely’ at the bottom of this post.
You might also like to order your Symi calendar 2017 or the Greek Cats Calendar 2017 (some proceeds of which go to help us feed the bin cats up the road through the winter). Again, the links are on the left but I’ll also put them down at the bottom.
Advanced warning that there may not be a blog for the early part of next week and I am planning to go to Rhodes at the weekend for some shopping. Jumbo calls. I don’t know if they have Jumbo in other parts of the world but it’s like a glorified pound-shop where you can pick up almost anything. Last time I was there I picked up some must-have plastic items, things for the kitchen and a bit of a hangover thanks to the over generous lady in the snack truck outside who, apparently, had not had the pleasure of dispensing ouzo to anyone all season and made up for it with a couple of generous measures for me. What it will be like on a Saturday close to Christmas I dread to think; perhaps I will have the ouzo on the way in, to soften the blow. Maybe they have something that keeps earplugs out of toilet bowls, I’ll let you know.
And now, links:
Remotely: “There is more than one laugh on every page, so be prepared for helpless giggles.” (Amazon review.)
