the incident of the frog in the night

in the latest frog episode, of which there have been many of recent weeks, i rather over zealously slammed the gate shut last night after returning from a boozer at the pub to the sound of a squish. in no frame of mind to switch the lights on and see what poor soul had met its fate that solumn eve, i wondered up the steps to the flat and slep soundly as if no conscience was even assigned to me. then come the morning i dicovered that it was in fact a frog that had, rather interestingly, manage to get its head in between the post and the gate just at the time i pulled it shut. this, as you can imagine, left a unendingly amusing dead frog with its brains literally all over the pavement in the door way just in time for the sunday morning rush. good skils....that story is one hundred percent true.

we had a good meeting today, another long one. ive partaken in a few marathons recently, including a four hur prayer meeting where i played guitar non stop for 1. 1/2 hours then church today started at 8am and ended at 2pm...thats...wait...im just working it out...6 hours! admittedly this did include lunch and a heavy dose of faffing, of which the khmer people are experts. a guy called patrick from england spoke and he was really good, he helps lead a plant in glouster and is 68. he had some wise words for me which were encouraging and was obviously a pretty solid bloke. ive appreciated meeting a few older, significantly older, men in the past 8 months who have offered some very wise words. bob in christchurch, new zealand, had a good affect on me and really helped me sort some things out in my head. good guy.

i am currently drinking a khmer milk shake, which is not as bad as it sounds and tastes better than it looks. i did actually buy it from a shop and not some random geezer down the street. it isnt often i buy strawberry but it was either that, rats blood or bat brains flavour, so the choice was easy...joke.

peace out,
Ben.