Food By Phone!

I have said it time and time again. I LOVE LIVING ON MY OWN. It is fab! If there is a mess I can only get annoyed at myself. I have loads of space. I can be noisy when I want and I can be quiet when I want. And I get the whole sofa to myself. I am slightly concerned that when it does come to sharing again I will be unbearably annoying and anal but I will cross that bridge when I come to it. For now I will revel in my independence.

However, after all the fun and games and late nights with Tooch and Ollie that end of term cold that I was warding off finally got me in its grasp. Only a cold but coupled with sheer exhaustion and a shriveled liver it meant that I didn’t leave the apartment for 3 days.

The first day was fine – sofa, box of tissues, and movies. But I soon grew tired of this and realized that it possibly might be nice to have someone living with me who might give me some tlc and go to seven eleven on my behalf.

But who needs a flatmate when we have ‘food by phone’. This is the Bangkok bible revered in rainy season and lovingly caressed on those days when you are so hungover you are scared to go outside. All it takes is one call and a young man will jump on his moped, pick up your food from the restaurant of your choice and deliver it to your door. What could be better when you have a snuffly, red nose and are too tired to change out of your trackies! We love you Food by Phone.