3.3.23 I needn’t have worried about getting chilli bottom because at 2am I was very sick, and again at 4.30am. I felt so tired but at 5am the noise started downstairs, food chopping, small boy alternating between grizzling and repeating the same couple of words over and over (I’d forgotten that annoying stage) and then … Continue reading My turn to be ill. Dong Hoi.