Wonderful Wi’s mama has a strange habit when it comes to the kitchen fridge and an even stranger one when bathroom time comes around. The photo on the right looks innocuous enough, bottled water and Cadbury’s chocolate, but the poor clarity of the photo doesn’t reveal the contents of the glass bowl. Charcoal and half a lime.
Now I can understand that the lime is perhaps there to emit a fragrance that is strong enough to overcome some of the more savoury smells that the fridge harbours. What I can’t fathom is what the bloody hell charcoal is doing inside something that I paid a lot of money for. I’m in need of help on this one, have any of you got any idea.
By Thai standards our village home is quite well equipped and the bathroom is a good example of this. An electric shower, western toilet and wash basin are all fitted in the tiled washroom. Mama never uses it.
Our village garden has a small plot near the back which is mama’s own garden area. It resembles a jungle and what the hell is in there I have no intention of finding out. There is in the midst of weeds, wild flowers and vegetation a small cluster of trees and amongst these is mama’s own bathroom.
The jungle powder room has no walls, it’s open plan with only the trees offering protection to any prying eyes, perhaps that should read crying eyes. All mama’s bathroom duties are performed here. Second question….Why would a daft bat do that when the house nearby has a modern, clean bathroom.
Some of you may remember Cola, Gaan and Noo, The Buffalo Boys. You may also remember Noo the rabbit passed away with his cause of death surmised but never proven. The notion was that Noo got involved in an over zealous game of Chase with our two dogs and collapsed. Basically Cola and Gaan chased him into heaven or hell. As Noo spent most days locked in his cage munching carrots then heaven would be my guess.
On the last day of my recent Thailand holiday Wilai decided that rabbits were out of fashion and small fluffy dogs were the latest wrinkle. She bought a young puppy and called him Pepsi. There he is on the right. Pepsi is a cross between a Shi-Tzu and a Poodle, a Shitz-Poo. He is better house trained now so perhaps he’s grown into a Poo-Tzu.
Pepsi’s entry into the revered Buffalo Gang has been a difficult passage. Cola and Gaan did not take to him. His crime. Foremost he’s far cuter than the other two and steals all the cuddles and secondly chasing a rabbit when you’re hungry is much more fun, the scent of canned rabbit food is far more enticing than Shitz-Poo. The odd growl has been heard and the lightest of nips seen. However there’s more serious trouble than the membership squabbles at the Buffalo Gang.
Mama has a habit of always leaving the garden gate open whenever she leaves the house. As quick as a flash Cola and Gaan are gone, off to join the soi boys and seek out the fairer sex. They used to return home after a hour or so but now hours on end is more the case. Wilai has been getting quite upset about how her young babies are turning out.
Wilai shampoos them and even cooks meals for the mischievous pair much to the horror of mama, family and friends. Cooking for dogs, surely that’s what food scraps are for. I did offer the young one a solution to end her canine nightmare. I suggested she call the local vet and have him chop off their dog bits and raise the pitch of their barks to a higher plane. Punitive measures indeed but one which would bring an end to their long running ‘ball’ game. Wilai is not too keen.
I know on my next stay at our village home mama’s habits will continue to puzzle me and there will be more carrots in the fridge, but should I try to further convince Wi that the boys should lose their new found toys. Perhaps I should remember that in Thailand its the boys and not the girls who just wanna have fun.
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