of life and rings

So just lately I’ve been thinking about - and looking at - engagement rings. Prior to this week, I’d always thought that the “formula” for determining how much to spend on a ring for your intended was 2 x month’s salary. Brett thought it was 3, but he doesn’t earn anything anyway. It turns ot we’re both brainwashed by the DeBeers marketing people - 2 months is what they promoted in Australia and the UK, 3 months is what they promoted in Japan and the USA if my research is correct.

One quote that made me laugh:
Pricey engagement rings are a throwback to a dark age when a wife needed tangible insurance against abandonment, and diamond engagement rings were an invention of DeBeers from the early 20th century, or thereabouts. No, sorry, they have not symbolized love for thousands of years. MacDonald’s recommends that you supersize your fries, too.

Mint has been looking for apartments in the “ex pat” area of Bangkok, and she thinks she’s found a good one. I’ll post pictures when I get them if you want.

Mum is still in hospital, but has been getting consistently better, which is good. I’ll make sure to keep up daily visits until she’s released, which should help with the boredom of lying around all day.