Yesterday was the day my big contract came to an end, oh happy day. As it happened today, though May Day, was spent working on work for that contract, and I even had a call about it. Still, at least I was on my own time.
Not much else to tell, really. It was a quiet sort of day, work, reading, some podcasts. I’ve started listening to a very long one on the history of Egypt which seems to be hosted by someone who actually knows what he is talking about – rare in the world of history podcasts. And as for books – after finishing something recommended to me, by Hisham Matar (quite good, very painful, can’t say I enjoyed it) I’ve returned to a new (to me) novel by Gurnah, my old favourite.
In the evening I had a chat with the GF who had his first day of neigong in Bali. Bali is such a hellhole, albeit one set in paradise. He’s doing a month-long course there, hence my time alone in Bangkok. I expect he will be whooshing through the bambooks when next we meet.