As she was locking the front door and about to pull the shutter down, a flat-bed lorry pulled up.
“Sorry, I’m a bit late missus. I got here as soon as I could. I wanted to get home early myself tonight, but I won’t get home till well after six thirty now...”
“Yes, what a shame. How can I help you?”
The driver hopped out of the cab and started searching his pockets.
“It was a last minute order, so I stuffed the delivery ticket in my pocket. I knew I should have put it on my clipboard... ah, this is it. Is this ‘North Farming Supplies’?”
“‘Northern Farming Supplies’, yes, the name is on the sign up there.”
“I see. Is there a North Farming Supplies’ in this village?”
“No, not yet.”
“OK, I see and would you be a Khun Lek William’?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“Well, a lady, a Khun Ayr, t
