It’s very rare that I have a problem with the food in Thailand. She who must be obeyed is less fortunate, entirely due to her insistence in eating dishes which are so spicy that people on adjoining tables having watering eyes and hacking coughs. One taste of her choice and my mouth is in ruins for hours, I don’t know how she does it. But I do know there is often a price to pay when the evil foodstuffs make their way through her digestive system.

Last night she disappeared into the toilet for at least half an hour. This is not unusual, she takes the laptop and often gets carried away with some cow raising issues in Farmville, or similar nonsense. But last night she emerged looking a little weak and said “I wouldn’t go in there for an hour or so”. Luckily, I never got the chance to challenge her warning, because she was back in the room of fumes on a regular basis for the next couple of hours. By bedtime she was looking a little sad.

I had an unopened packet of Imodium, emergency rations which I took to India but never needed; so she took one of those and prepared to take her aching tummy to bed. But one final laptop session and she suddenly took her ailing body into the kitchen and came back chewing something.

What are you eating?
Chocolate!!
Chocolate???
Mmmm, M&Ms.
Why? You are sick, you should not be eating anything.
It said in the internet that it would help (which means end of argument because it must be true).

Chocolate and Imodium, an interesting combination with which to assault the digestive tract.

Of course, this morning she felt fine, just to annoy me. I got my own back by eating the remainder of the rather substantial bag of M&Ms. Now I am feeling a little queasy; maybe I should eat some more.