Reidski was working yesterday. I visited him at his very posh office and then met an ex boyfriend for lunch. I have mentioned this particular ex before. He was my first real love. I was 16. We had an 'on-off' relationship for a few years before he finally acknowledged that when I used to accuse him of being in love with his mate Steve, yes, in fact he had been in love with his mate Steve. I hadn't seen him for years but he was at Nigel's funeral back in May, and seeing him again was one good thing to come out of the sheer awfulness of Nigel's death.
In the intervening years he has become a regular visitor to Thailand having had several serious relationships with Thai men. He has learnt to speak and read Thai, and hopes to live there one day. Anyway, he has been promising his mum and step-dad that he would take them out there for a holiday and finally tickets have been purchased for November. At first his mother was beside herself with excitment. Ian - for my ex does have a name - set about making arrangements in order that she should have the holiday of a lifetime.One of his former partners has a posh beauty salon in Bangkok so he arranged for her to have a day long pampering session there, hair, nails, massage etc. He related to his mum his plans for her and at first she seemed as thrilled as ever. As the weeks passed by however the enthusaism, he couldn't help but notice, seemed to have been replaced with a distinct degree of caginess and reticence. At first he tried to tell himself he was imagining it but as time went on and the date of departure got closer he felt he had to ask her if there was a problem so last weekend he visited her especially to try and get to the bottom of the problem.
A typical mum at first she hotly denied there was a problem but when pressed she finally admitted that she had ordered some guide books in order to learn more about Thailand before they travelled. She had been more than a little perturbed to read the section about Thai Massage. His seventy three year old mother had been worrying for the past two months that her son had booked her a massage in Bangkok with added 'relief'.
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