Hugh Paxton’s Blog received an SMS this morning from the UN security guys ordering relocation to avoid floods. ‘Order’ wasn’t an order exactly – more of a technical term enabling my wife, who works for the UNDP, to honestly claim allowances should she decide to relocate to a fancy hotel with lots of floors and generators and fresh water. Or bunk off to a flood free island in the Andaman Sea.
We’ll hang on where we are. Our part of central Bangkok is still dry. We’re reasonably well prepared, all our furniture is upstairs, and Rodel has promised to swim down his canal, which links to our canal, with supplies should the need arise. Knowing Rodel, he will.
Most of our neighbours and friends have relocated and our compound is a bit quiet. So quiet in fact that anybody who is still here is happy to see each other or has seized the opportunity to do a bit of solitary topless sunbathing at the pool.
Today is Halloween and last year it was marked by great festivity. People converted their houses into sppok centrals, there was a party on a platform overlooking the shrine pond (I was given the unenviable task of awarding prizes for best costumes to a bunch of children and parents who will never forget that I only had the option of First, Second and Third – the losers hate me still!) and there was a pet parade that really got going from minute one when a dog shucked its leash and ran off with the guinnea pig that was leading the parade.
This evening I suspect that Annabel will cut a rather solitary figure, an eight year old girl in a less than terrifying ghost outfit trudging from house to empty house with an unfilled candy basket.
I’ve always been a soft touch. And before you bring out the Kleenex and weep bitter tears over this sad little wandering ghost, I should add that Annabel has effectively employed the currently sombre atmosphere of deserted houses, and no kids to argue with, as a crowbar to extract a pet dog. I fought my ground, but, predictaly lost. I managed to negotiate terms. One hamster to be delivered in December 2011. Dog to arrive 2012. November 30.
“The floods have done their work”