Five Months In Thailand 2015

As with last weeks ‘Look In’ on India with random pictures, I thought that this week we could just take a peek back on some of the time I spent in Thailand. It was difficult being away from John and our beautiful daughters, but my separation was necessary. Though difficult back home, John coped with the help of our au pair and his sister Sara.

The birth of our first son Thor was one of mixed emotions. I was very happy to have finally (biologically) fathered a child, but we did not immediately bond. From the moment of his arrival, he made his presence known in a very vocal way. He was the screamiest of our five children and even today there is seldom a full day when he does not have a least one major breakdown. Though we are very ‘Bonded’ now, those early days were thwart.

Bangkok Street food is amongst the best in the world. A far cry from the ‘Delhi Belly’ moments from the street vendors in Mumbai. Noodles were my staple really. Though our apartment was beside a great supermarket (no longer there). The majority of the 5 months was spent at the ‘Marriott Executive Apartments’ on Langsuan. This time we were not taking any chances, I would live in a decent and safe place. That being said, I hired another nanny Ameena, who helped us through those long first months, estranged from those I loved, back in the U.K. I am still in contact with Ameena and her sisters, all of whom loved little Thor Thor.

A great restaurant that John, Ameena and I took Thor to on the Sukhumvit road (one of the longest roads in the world). A bustling market by day and pop up fish and seafood restaurant by night.

Buddhism being the national religion of Thailand, meant that I saw my fair share of Buddhist monks. At the end of my stay in Thailand I spent the last two weeks listening to evening chants before bedtime. That in itself is another story, I will save that one for a later date.

We finally had to say goodbye to Ameena and here sisters as this picture was taken on our last day in Thailand. John had flown over specially to accompany Thor and I on our homeward journey. At that time I needed his support. I thank you John for that. So there you have it! My five months in Bangkok, Thailand, awaiting Thor’s UK passport. The birthplace of our son Thor.

Maybe a Nostalgic ‘Look In’ on Kathmandu next week…


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You might have already guessed the topic of today’s diary blog if you have children. Yes indeed, on this second day of the children’s Easter Break, Thor’s itchy head lead to an investigation by Sindy, our nanny to uncover that there were, what is commonly known as nits, or head lice within our family. A second infestation for us and remedied within an hour as there were two bottles of ‘Hedrin’ in the cupboard. So as soon as they appeared, the little buggers have completely vanished (I hope). Thank you Sindy for your speedy intervention. If this had come at a weekend, I am sure that the drama would have been much, much greater. Don’t Aaliyah and Caleb look most bemused? As for Thor, I think he was the perpetrator – hmmmh…

The inspiration for My Earlier Video


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It’s all about food really, isn’t it? And with regards the children, the sweeter and stickier, the better as far as they are concerned. I earlier mentioned that I started making Jams and confectionery because of a little free time, but I hasten to add that we have never over indulged as a household, in chocolate or sugar. Maybe something in my deepest subconscious mind instigated something that I knew the children would love, even if I did not fully approve? Everything in proportion I think. A life without sugar wound be like a life without salt.

Food Glorious Food… oh! And a Snot Bubble

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Dadda’s Jams and Ice Cream To Boot

Today was one of the local villages big ‘Easter Egg Hunt’ and that would have been today’s title, however ‘Dadda’s Jams’ took a stall, leaving poor Daddy to traipse around in the mud with the children alone on the hunt for the Easter Egg tokens. Caleb was surprisingly clingy with me, a thing that he in general, is not. But then I got the full picture as part of the stall set up are three bonbon dishes overflowing with home made candies, hmmm, I feel that he was there more for the gluttony of sugary treats than to purely hang out with his Dadda. I thank the lovely people there for a great day out for all of the children, especially those who indulged in the purchase of some of ‘Dadda’s Jams’. A few people prompted me as to why I was making home made Jams and it was interesting to remember that it is largely thanks to the children attending preschool that I have three hours each weekday morning, of free time with which to fill. And Dadda likes to get Jammin’. The next event will undoubtedly be the girls summer fair at big school. Got to get going as Amritsar has started screaming downstairs and has just arrived demanding that I ask Tara to apologise for knocking her over. They were having such fun! She’s now settled as she is wearing my reading glasses and everything looks super BIG. We are all happy now, maybe more from me later.

A Musical End to the Day


I have just left John in the company of Tina Turner. Proud Mary is the song presently playing and the lyrics are ‘Rolling down the river’. Worth a blast on Spotify via our smart speaker ‘Hey Google’, that is if you don’t own the 7 inch single! This moment – his moment of glory to celebrate a winner on the Grand National. Was it Tiger Roll who won this year? Yes and £150 in Johns pocket. My £5 each way on Outlander was clearly a flop, mentioned once as being ‘at the rear’, I clearly gave up on the proceedings. This was the children’s first televised horse race and they were clearly not quite ready to be focused and screamed and wriggled around the television at every fence. I can now hear ‘You don’t have to say you love me’ by ‘Transvision Vamp’ wafting through the air.

On another matter – Thor has rejoined the ranks of the countries ‘Young Jedi’ as I managed to fix his light sabre today.

Lots of fun had by all really, though a few moments of grief were had by all as well. Today’s video comes with music courtesy of ‘Jay and The Americans’ and laughs and tickles courtesy of the ‘Not So Famous Five’.

Thor’s first Light Sabre

Thor made a light sabre at preschool yesterday and today he thought that he would show me how it worked. Now being such a young Jedi Knight, he was not sure of the immense power that he was wielding. Oops – It’s okay, I promised that we would do our very best to fix it tomorrow morning.

I am finally sat down to make today’s diary entry whilst the children rampage away on the top floor. Our baby sitter Nikki should be arriving soon. The children’s shouting is being slightly muffled by the drone of the ‘dehydrator’, currently doing its work on two pineapples, chopped and frozen sometime last autumn, freeing up some space in the chest freezer. It is a bit full at the moment, so ‘let’s get eating’! I’m looking forward to a ‘Platter de fruit de mer’ (shellfish) tomorrow night. Just doing my bit to slim down the contents of the said chest freezer. Tonight however, we are dining at a restaurant in Highclere, near Highclere castle, the home of lord and lady Carnarvon, probably made more famous as ‘Downton Abbey’. Please note the picture underneath!

Looking forward to the weekend, I will keep you updated as and when.

Eight Months in India 2013

1 Powai Lake

Did you know that eight months is how long it took for the girls and I to come home to the UK? Eight long months we lived in India. I thought that today I would choose just a couple of the pictures that are now available due to reconnecting my broken laptops hard drive. This First picture I took from the place that we started this epic journey of family together. Powai Lake in Mumbai.

3 Haiko Powai

This next picture is me with a rather small trolley at the Haiko Supermarket in Powai. It was nice to have a local ‘western style supermarket’ close by. At other points in the journey, we just ate foods from the street vendor or local market place. But it was nice when we shopped with convenience. The picture below is probable when they were seven months old. It is amazing to see that their little faces havent really changed at all.

2 Girls

The girls and I had lots of fun looking back at all of these memories. Of course, they do not remember as they were just little, new born babies. But in that time they grew, began to sit, started on solid food, oh the bliss of turning a thousand apples and they even took their first tentitive crawls. Amritsar would try and throw her chest forward and Tara would just look at objects in front of her and clench her fists and scream at them, compelling (not quite propelling) herself towards them. I did of course have the help of a couple of different nannies over the time. The two most memorable were Bharti and Manju. Though I believe they once knew one and other and were not the best of friends. They were both strong willed women.

4 Nanny Bharti

I thank Bharti for being there and showing kindness and love to our girls. We do miss her. Now this next picture is myself, the girls and Manju. Again the girls were about seven months old at this point.

5 Dadda Manju

I forget where this picture was taken. I think somewhere on the shores of Powai Lake as we would not have travelled too far from ‘The Lakeside Apartments’. This moment would have been just a couple of weeks before we were finally allowed to leave india.

6 Amritsar Sleeping

I love this picture, the lighting was perfect. Just the presence of sunlight would confirm that the photo was taken in October 2013. The monsoon clouds were with us for most of our time in India. Doesnt she look so serene. So the final picture for today is Tara, sat up to attention, looking very thoughtful. Well that was my moment of nostalgia. Dont forget that I will be publishing the second chapter of my novel ‘Eighteen Moons’ on here later this month on the cycle of the full moon here in the UK. Or if you cant wait for that, the entire book is available through Amazon Kindle. Just search for ‘Eighteen Moons’. Eight of those eighteen moons was my time is India. Maybe next week I will look at (in brief) another five moons speant in Thailand.

7 Tara Sitting

Do Things Always Have to Make Sense

Having just observed the surrealities of the video I posted 5 minutes ago, I guess not. Children do the funniest of things don’t they? I’m pretty sure that Thor will keep his ‘funny boy’ nature and have lots of friends throughout his school days. He certainly makes me smile. A lot less screaming nowadays also. Calo (Caleb) can be quite the funny one too, though he has taken on ‘Thor’s Mantle’ when it comes to being screamy. They are all so funny in their own ways, so it is quite rightly difficult to have a favourite. Ending comment on today’s diary entry has to be lol…

A Day of No Mishaps

Up at 7am and asleep by 7pm. What can I say! With all of the children at school there is the ultimate freedom that I will inevitably embrace, come September. At present, I need to be at home, pretty much 24 / 7 as the little ones day at preschool is but three hours in the morning. Will I really have the chance to leave the house for several hours each and every weekday? I felt guilty this morning as I saw a friend, Richard at 10am and visited a farm shop in a small village in Oxfordshire. Very pleasant staff and a real old style butchers. They even had the fake green plastic clover surrounding the packaged meats in the chill cabinets. I haven’t seen that since my childhood. Is veal back on he menu? I hope so as four sirloin steaks came in at £20, two frozen Madagascan Mega Prawns for a tenner and three packs of Toulouse, wild boar and duck sausages, another tenner! I was back at 12.30 and Sindy graciously held on until I returned. All that nosh now hidden away in the freezer, John is in for a real treat as he absolutely loves wild game. There was some venison steak and pigeon breast in the shop too.

I actually felt guilty for my not being there when the little ones arrived home from preschool. Habits are habits after all. I am going to have to think long and hard as to my new direction after next September. What can I do with a new found independence, what tangent could I possibly take? A lot to consider, but even before this juncture, I do want to continue within the art of the written word. I’m considering a book of short stories! What do you think? Obviously the children would be considerations. I’m thinking a kind of rewrite of some of ‘Aesop’s Fables’ but using scenarios being acted out by Amritsar, Tara, Thor, Aaliyah and Caleb, the outcome being the learning of a moral outcome! What do you think? Is it a worthy project to undertake? I think a big injection of humour would be essential, but my writing, up until now has always been factual. How does one consider a step over to the other side – fiction. That’s a big step to take. Is my imagination feeling fertile enough? Any advice from out there would be massively appreciated.

On other matters – like you all, I am very tired of the BREXIT issue. Even without bringing a political point of view to this diary, my head continues to feel sore from all of the discord surrounding this state of affairs and complete disarray. I will be glad when we can all see some resolve.

And a settled future.

Last Thoughts for the Day

Just reconnected with a ‘Dear Heart’! So ending the day with a smile (you know who you are), though my original diary entry was going to start with our daughter Aaliyah. She really wants to be good, but as you may know, remorse is in short supply when it comes to her antics. She bit Caleb yesterday, though I did not report it to you out there as I thought it was an isolated incident. Today she yet again bit Caleb without any consideration. It really sucks to be regarded as lesser in the general pecking order (poor Caleb). He cried of course and thankfully Sindy did the ‘Bad Cop’ response and sat Aaliyah on the ‘Thinking Chair’. Then, given her angry and uncontrollable vexing, she was sent up to bed early. Nothing more to add regards Aaliyah’s bad behaviour, but I am upset that all of the improvements with her behaviour of recent months, it really does suck when you feel that you are back to square one. Let’s just go forward with a modicum of HOPE. Sindy and I reassured each other that she is still only three years old, almost four. But her remorse is still very sadly on the side of slight. Today’s pic looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth!