Every week the guesthouse took on a different appearance, more substantial, more impressive, than the one before. It was taking a lot out of Lek and Ayr, but then the thriving businesses and the ever-present threat that there might be further attacks from their previous assailants was a constant worry too. Craig had his own self-imposed deadlines of 3,000 words a day and Ross found that just doing nothing was more stressful than leading the high-powered lifestyle that he had done until a few years before.
The only real respite they had from all these stresses and worries was drinking a few beers in Nong’s shop after work, which they were hoping to bring in house within a few months or so anyway. None of them wanted to damage Nong’s business, it was just one of those things. It was outdate
