December 2nd. I'm never eating Thai food ever again. Other than that, I'd say things are going quite well on my honeymoon. I figured some of you might enjoy knowing that Cormac and I made it safely.
For those of you who hoped something went wrong in the travel and we perished I'm deeply sorry to disappoint. Honestly, it's probably more than I deserve. I certainly have not been this good of a girl this year and all the money we blew on our wedding and this honeymoon has to count against Christmas.
It's beautiful here and peaceful. I'm managing to learn some of the local language though I've found most people talk English. Hong Naam You Te Ni? That is a useful question. I know how to ask where a restroom is without the use of a translation charm. I feel useful. I do have to say the funniest thing I've learned is that the word men in their language means smells bad. Obviously someone had a sense of humour!
Frankly, I don't care if we ever come back. These beds are heavenly and the beach is amazing. I do hope the ministry hasn't fallen to pieces without two of it's best employees about to keep all the imbeciles in line. I'm also hoping that my cat is still alive when we get home. I miss him! If we stayed here, someone would have to forward Othello.
( Private )I'd give anything for some Haggis and something a potion to make me less sick. I'd like to enjoy the rest of my honeymoon and I'm sure Cor feels the same way.
Smith, stop whatever it is you sent. I can't stand the smell of it. It might help him. It doesn't help me.