Re clocks: reports on BBC TV from Bangkok this morning all have the clock at one hour ahead of the actual time.
Re clocks: reports on BBC TV from Bangkok this morning all have the clock at one hour ahead of the actual time.
Must be archer o'clock.
^ Yeah, all Hal's rent boys have it on speed dial.
Anyway, I'm well beyond the jurisdiction of TwoTier's thought police out here in Isaan. I can say what I like.
Ya wanker!
^ She's cool with it.
I would have thought!
Anyway, I'm doing nothing to upset Das Kommandant tonight, things are looking really good atm.
She goes away tomorrow for 4 days 'up country', to see the less cosmopolitan arm of the family, ie semi-humanoid. I don't want to jeopardise this trip.
Hoping it will extend across Songkran, to be honest.
And maybe even Christmas?
In this shitty world at least we still have humour
Come on dil!
Oh dear, I'm sorry about that Reg.
How is your little boss-eyed mongrel anyway?
Things are quite relaxed around here this week... the Kommandant's gone away for some wedding 'up country'. Here's hoping her trip extends across Songkran as well!
I still have this security camera recording the pond and thought it would be interesting to watch when the earthquake hit, to see the water slopping about.
But the memory card is corrupted and has stopped recording.
So I just took a picture yesterday, instead.
I think that Yogi could do with getting his pet passport renewed. He just won't leave Anna alone at the moment.
Maybe it's her new slim body that's driving him crazy?
He loves a little kiss, and sometimes Anna is reciprocal...
And sometimes for no reason she gives him the cold shoulder and growls.
I guess we've all been there.
First thing this morning... where's Tem?
He was guarding his territory, but as soon as he saw us he raced down, big smile and tail a-wagging.
But 'Black puppy' beat him to it!
I don't know who that woman on the poster is, but the first day she showed up I ripped off her bottom half because she obscured the road when pulling out. I still have this real urge to draw a Hitler mustache on her with a marker pen. I don't know why, but I think it could happen.
Whitey flew off when I changed the water and rice today, but all looks good.
Would you believe these guys hatched out of those tiny little eggs just a week ago? They would struggle to fit into an ostrich egg already.
It's amazing how nutritious regurgitated pigeon vomit can be!
Whitey, the proud mum!
And Maya, just a few feet away, on the other side of the fly screen door.
This is her new daytime spot, where she spends hours absolutely transfixed on the comings and goings of the pigeon family on the balcony.
The bugger.
![]()
This husband-wife recycling team passed by this morning while the daughter was leaving for school.
They also have a couple of dogs that ride around with them on their saleng. This of course creates problems while riding through the territories of the many gangs of street dogs in the area.
Tem ran up and I feared the worst... but then noticed that he was wagging his tail. Mr Recycler dismounted and put some food down for Tem, and all was good.
![]()
Tonight after feeding Tem and 'Blackie' I couldn't help noticing that the neighbour had left his ant egg harvesting device alongside the road.
This guy goes off to work in a suit every morning but he's obviously a country boy at heart. I'm sure we could be good friends if only I could communicate with these people, but have to satisfy myself with a nod and a smile whenever our paths cross.
It looked like he'd just had some success as well.
Tomorrow I'm going to guide him towards a cluster of weaver ant nests just outside our perimeter wall. I'm normally quite a pacifist but a bite to the scrotum by one of these buggers really changes your viewpoint.
There's probably a couple of feasts right there... and I'm in no doubt that if I could adapt to eating rats, ants eggs and random leaves out of the garden it would be a much healthier diet than my present one, but it's just not a lifestyle that I really want.
I think that Anna's the same.
I thought that she was watching me 'tackle up' after losing a float in the mango tree, in eager anticipation of fishing together in that primordial human-dog hunting partnership...
But to be honest I soon started to wonder if she was just interested in my parcel of left over spaghetti and bread bait.
This was soon confirmed after I'd spent some time plumbing the depth for my new float, and returned to find that most of the spaghetti had disappeared!
Bollocks to it... the fish weren't biting anyway.
![]()
Suspiciously fat spaghetti, are sure those aren't tapeworms?
There are currently 5 users browsing this thread. (0 members and 5 guests)