Craig was awake early on Sunday, and left Lek in bed. He wanted to get his advertising ball rolling and check his emails, so that he could have the rest of the day off. He couldn’t help feeling glum about how the previous evening had finished and wondered whether he really had had a part to play in spoiling the party for Lek and Soom, because he hadn’t spoilt it for anyone else: Ayr saw it as one of those things and the Thais were used to – no-one was hurt, so it didn’t matter. It had upset Lek and Soom, though, and he wouldn’t do that intentionally - ever.
There were the usual junk emails and about thirty automated happy birthdays from on line clubs, societies and forums he belonged to, but nothing from any friends or family. He had noticed that they were starting to forget him over the
