Again, in my tiny group of friends, I know of couples who somehow ended up having a third person in the relationship. Usually this third person is someone in a foreign country, such as Thailand. How does this happen? Sometimes both partners mutually agree to do so. Sometimes, one partner holds convicing reasons and the other partner goes along. Sometimes, it just happens by osmosis.

So far, I haven't seen satisfactory relationships out of this kind of set up. In one instance, one of the partners became so jealous that he blamed the Thai man for a lot of issues that were already giving trouble to the relationship. In another instance, there was a break up. Maybe we humans were made to have relationships between two persons at a time. Including a third is like an extra spare tire that no one knows what use it has.
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After starting this, as many of you know, I wound up in the hospital for extensive care due primarily to water on my brain, causing massive confusion and inability to balance myself while walking, etc. After a pacemaker and two operations to properly get a shunt installed in my brain to drain excess water into my abdomen, most of my confusion and loss of balance has been pretty well solved, but not totally. I am back at work, but not doing a full schedule, and even that, with the help and understanding of my students and fellow teachers.

I am particularly delighted that Boxer, Wally and Printer Graham picked up the Weekly Report and kept it going, and have done such a great job with it. It is now found at www.pgraport.com and you can sign up to have notice of it and a summary mailed to you by e-mail if you write the three guys at <editor>. All three access that account, and will follow through on it....

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You know what it's like. Another Thailand holiday is over. You've said your goodbyes. You've queued at the check in, worried in case somehow or other someone has filled your case with heroin but, at last, you are on the plane waiting for take-off.

The plane is crowded, just a few empty seats, and you start to pray that no late-comer is going to plonk down in the still empty seat beside you. You definitely don't want to be forced to 'squeeze-up', or worse have to put up with inane conversation from some hyperventilating, overweight, sweating plonker or plonkerette.

Suddenly there is a commotion at the entrance. Damn! Two late arrivals on board. You can see the one in front - your worst nightmare, huge, carrying bags full of half the tat in Pat pong night market. Sweat marks encrusted on the armpits of his shirt. he approaches your seat, stops, looks at his boarding pass and then, deep joy, takes a few paces back and sits beside a depressed looking Australian back-packer. Relief.. but then...

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Extraordinary-I must cut back on the drinking. I'd totally forgotten this blog was here. You poor dears have been waiting for pearls of wisdom to fall upon these pages and I've deprived you. Expect some fireworks soon.

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