DANCING DIVORCEE: Meanie
Not many people can stomach someone being divorced
For some reason, unknown to me but perhaps part of this larger grander plan (every optimist insists there is one), I landed up in a small townish-village. I had to be here for a week and was going slightly stir-crazy. Though the place made exquisite fiery red fish curry, which I had fallen in love with, it would shut down by 7 in the evening (perhaps exhausted after making that fine piece of culinary perfection day after day). To add to this, I knew nobody here and was contemplating getting to know the wall better over seven days.