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Help stop global warming

Amazing Lanna web-site wants to attract what?

Something fishy in Tabatha’s bedroom

Help stop global warming

Dear Editor,
My name is Maneth and I am a third grade student at Prem International School in Chiang Mai.
I would like to give you some advice about global warming. The earth is getting polluted and ice caps are melting. This might stop the ocean currents and cause an ice age. To help stop global warming people should turn off computers, air conditioners, and lights when they are not using them so that people all over the world won’t destroy our home.
Sincerely,
Maneth Beck
Editor replies:
Thank you for your letter. For more on how everyone can contribute to reducing the effects of global warming, visit www.ncdc.noaa.gov/oa/climate/globalwarming.html


Amazing Lanna web-site wants to attract what?

Dear Editor,
I read with interest the article concerning the launch of the Amazing Lanna campaign. The web site is now working. However, it is completely in Thai, which somewhat defeats the object. I tried to contact the site via its e-mail facility, only to find this does not work.
Hardly an auspicious start to what I feel is a very worthy and important campaign.
Yours,
D. Griffith (UK)


Something fishy in Tabatha’s bedroom

Dear Editor,
Where is a single mother living in a highly confusing foreign country to turn when she needs help and advice? Despite that one nasty letter you published about me last week, I have generally received a very sympathetic and supportive reaction from your readers, and so I turn to them again to offer me their counsel.
Last week, I noticed a strange smell emanating from the bedroom of my teenage daughter, Tabatha. It really was the most unpleasant whiff. Fishy is the only word to describe it. I’ve always been scrupulous about hygiene and have a mortal fear of my Tabby contracting something unpalatable from a public lavatory seat, so this development set off my internal maternal alarm system ringing full whack. Perhaps, I should mention that prior to this I had noticed a disturbing change in my daughter’s behaviour. Like most Downes syndrome children she has always been very affectionate. Normally, rarely a night passes, as I sit in my armchair listening to the inspirational tape recorded sermons of my late departed husband, the very Reverend Donald Gosling, when Tabatha comes and lays her head in my lap and makes soft clucking noises as I stroke her hair and call her pet names like ‘my sweet pussy’. But lately I’ve noticed a change in her. When, for example, I wet my hankie with a dab of spit and wipe the egg from around her mouth, she pulls away and says ‘Don’t Mum, I’m not a baby!’ I suppose this all part of growing up and it is to be expected from a sixteen year old, but still it feels like a dagger has been plunged into my breast. Alas it seems it is a mother’s lot in life to endure pain and heartache – I’ve learnt this from the Blessed Virgin Mary and I try to follow her example and suffer in silence.
But I digress. So, on sniffing this awful fishy whiff I poked my nose into Tabatha’s bedroom and discovered that the smell was emanating from thirteen dried squids tied to her bedposts. A shiver of horror ran through me as I contemplated the possibility that my poor Tabby had been inculcated into some kind of satanic cult. Then I noticed the bedroom window was ajar. I walked over to it and peered out. What I saw immediately solved the mystery. My daughter had clambered down the trellis on the terrace like some latter day Juliet to meet her Romeo, a Thai squid salesman on three wheeled motorbike. I squealed at her to get herself inside, which she did eventually but in a most resentful fashion? And now she’s gone all silent on me. But what was I to do? Who knows where this unlikely liaison may lead? Her body and urges may be that of a woman, but in her mind she is still a child. And I am not one of these modern mothers who slap their daughters on the pill the moment they pass puberty. I don’t even agree with birth control. I believe that all life is sacred and the best form contraception is abstinence. But how do I convince Tabatha of this? Would it be a sin to have her seen to? Or would it be kindness in the long run. These are deep moral questions and I only wish my late husband were here to advise me. What would your readers do if they were in my place?
Yours beseechingly,
Edna Gosling. (Mrs)



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