A convoluted story from she who must obeyed yesterday, along the lines that a lump of commission had been earned on the sale of a property, and all the staff were going to share it, and they were going out for a party in the evening.
I summarised it in my mind as “wife coming home late, will have to fend for myself”. Then she rang to say it had been cancelled and she would be returning home to spend the evening with me, so that was good.
But then today, she did not return home.
At first I assumed she had stopped somewhere to shop; and then, after an hour or so, I started to imagine her car inserted into the back of an acid tanker (I have a fertile and pessimistic imagination). I rang her, no reply. I rang all of her many phones, no reply. Eventually, I reached her.
Where are you?
At the party.
You told me it was cancelled.
It was, till today.
She meant postponed; but hell I don’t know the Thai word for “furniture”, let alone “cancelled” or “postponed”. Still, never one to miss an advantage in the matrimonial wars, I acted grumpy and hung up. Then I wondered what I could find in the condo which could serve as dinner as I had no enthusiasm for going out. The answer was yoghurt, ice cream, pistachios and Tiger Beer, I think that covered all the major calorie requirements. Yummy.