The Coop(ed) = Castons . . .

         
             

                   Sunday 10th March 2019.
               

                  Today our motto was to pretty much (a nod to David Cameron) to just chillax - just how every Sunday should be - although it wasn't all blue skies ahead; as hard to imagine as it is spending a whole day at Sangker Villa is almost like being trapped in a pigeon box and we're extremely lucky a cat didn't make a pounce.

Our day began on a lovely touch; a calm leisurely breakfast consisting of: Khmer eggs - a traditional Cambodian breakfast item similar to an omelette; and 6 bread rolls smothered with a thick, and surprisingly blendable mixture of tea, passion fruit jam, honey, and butter!
Then Jaun appeared to give us an 'Orientation' - I didn't listen to much of it, but I believe it was on the subject of his school projects.

The rest of the day was, as I mentioned earlier, just like being trapped in a battery farmed chicken's coop, all three of us; rows were breaking out, the climate was rapidly increasing, the mosquitoes were closing in, and most concerningly (especially for farm animals such as our selves) we were all fattening up. . .