I'm disappointed with the bread I bought from the so-called French bakery. The loaf I'm eating at the moment has more holes than bread. My sister Barbara would not be impressed. After leaving school she worked for our village baker and she got so adept at making bread buns she could make two at the same time - one in each hand. Mr. Armitage, her boss, used to eat lumps of yeast and had the loveliest complexion for an older man.
The Chinese never cease to amaze me. I've just seen a group of about 20 Chinese men, all carrying golf bags along with their luggage. I'd have never thought that Cambodia could become a destination for golfers. I hope Donald Trump doesn't get the same idea.
I had to go to the store to replenish my supply of biscuits. I hate buying them here because there's so much plastic involved. All Asian countries seem to want their food protected under multiple layers of plastic. The biscuits come in a colourful plastic container. When I opened it up there was a clear plastic tray inside with small plastic packages of biscuits, with two biscuits per package. I wish my English market was nearby; we could always buy loose biscuits with only the paper bag they were put into.
I heard a fascinating programme on the radio about the history of plastic. Apparently, it started in the mid 1800s because people were worried about the extinction of the elephant so there'd be no ivory for billiard balls and piano keys. If ever I'm near Bournemouth I'm going to visit their plastics museum as it sounds very interesting.
The best part of my morning is listening to the BBC radio as I do my walking exercises. I do have a television, but it's for show. In the spring I couldn't get it to work so I gave up on it. Now it'll work but not with the remote. I've decided I can't be bothered with it. I think it's a gadget that makes us all lazy - we don't use our imagination any more. In the old days I'd listen to a weekly detective programme on the radio, along with "The Archers", a farming family. Listening to sports events meant we had to imagine what was happening on the field.
This afternoon I got rid of an exercise machine I bought earlier in the year. I hope it's gone to a good home across the road. I didn't use it and it was an embarrassment looking at it all the time. Now my home is easier to clean and there's one less thing gathering dust. I've decided I'm going to do age appropriate exercises that don't involve a lot of sweating.
Last night I phoned my sister Barbara in a village near Grantham. I think she was using her son's phone or small device as most of the time all I could see of her was her left eye. She's not seen the apartment so it was good to be able to give her a guided tour using my iPad. I can only call her in the late evening from here so I wasn't able to show her the environment outside. Maybe she can use her imagination!
I had an elegant dessert this evening - Samnang made an apple flambé. The flame bit was missing though as I don't have anything in the apartment that needs a match.
