Yesterday, Sunday, was a working day in Iraq so I was also working, albeit desultorily. In the mornings, as I mentioned before, I’ve taken to walking down to the Deli, a French bakery, for freshly baked pastries and baguettes. It’s both a good little morning activity and averts breakfast crises. The handful of gravel has not seen use yet, but it feels like a good precaution anyway, so I shall continue.
In the evening, as we drank tea and ate the last of the pastries, whilst discussing my investments (yes really) noticed a frog hanging from the side of a mirror overhead. How it got there was unclear, as the mirror doesn’t extend to the floor. I suppose it must have climbed up a wall? Frogs do that, perhaps? But why?
It was hard to look away once I had seen the frog, and every now and then it would shuffle a bit, and my eyes would snap back to it. Later, apparently, the inevitable happened and it fell on the GF’s head. However, he was then at the opposite end of the room, so the mystery only grew.
We have decided to leave Kep early with the GF’s mother and instead spend a couple of days in Phnom Penh, a few days in Siem Reap, and fly out from there.