Woke up in a cloud this morning. The view from the 33^rd floor of the Zig Zag was Zero. It was almost celestial. I half expected to see an angel or two plod pass the window.

Busy week, ‘back’ issues are resolving, no need for la la drugs, went to a Thai cooking class, and the massage course is nearing its end. Next week is the exam, where we have to do a massage lasting for an hour on our partner. Joanne (my physiotherapist partner) thinks I have another disc issue in my neck, which would explain so much…numbness and tingling in arm and so on…All I can say is wheel me off to the glue factory.

Birthday yesterday was spent getting drilled at the dentist. Somehow the whole crowning procedure sounded so much more exotic when explained in his sexy French accent. It was the aftermath that was a bit dire, when I stumbled out with a numb nose and a splitting headache!!

Lovely later, as Gerry rang from Cyprus…I could hear the waves tickling her toes. She sounded as clear as a bell and we talked for ages.

This Friday we went to the beach as usual, and the whole experience was lit up by the cabaret beside us. A Singaporean family arrived…mum, dad, two big-ish boys and a little girl of about 4, who thought it appropriate to come in her pyjamas. Dad spent the next hour with a hammer trying to put up a tent…he fussed and wore away the sand back and forth to his car for more inspiration. Little girl changed into yellow swimsuit and jumped over each wave as it sploshed up. Her brothers brought out ‘the barbecue’ which they proceeded to light. They shielded the flames with an umbrella; the mother sat shrouded in two sarongs and yelled orders to everyone.

John and I feigned interest in our paper backs, but couldn’t help watching the saga.

Suddenly, the hammer was put away, the tent rolled up. The barbecue doused with sand, the food hamper returned without anything being eaten or drunk, and everyone was loaded into the car. It would seem the only person who had fun was the little jumper at the edge of the ocean….I was just exhausted watching them.

Today John has gone off to meet Mike. Hopefully by this evening we will know whether we are staying or going.

If we are staying I wouldn’t mind learning  more about massage…like aromatherapy. Scents can relay so many messages and aids deep healing…apparently. I was hearing that rose is used for deep grief. Interesting…but such a beautiful flower, how could it not be included in a healing programme?

Temperature is dropping, the marble floors are chilly under foot, duvet is back on the bed…but still the days are hot hot hot. It is so pleasant to walk at night, round by the marina, and the Ritz Carlton, and the birds are just a riot at that time of night. Mostly mynas, bulbuls and herons, but the other night we did see a hoopoe if that is how you spell it. First time for me, it was so cool with its crazy crown.

Talking of which, I might go and look at my temporary one, and hope mr sexy dentist is hard at work with my good and proper one.

PS the eye brows are fading, thank the good lord.