She who must be obeyed’s new employer deigned to give her a day off and she duly arrived home on Sunday evening and embarked on an extended session of cat cuddling. I got a hug too, so that was nice.
Very good to have her home and we spent a pleasant Monday hanging out together. But there are still two weeks of Bangkok familiarisation to go, unless the adventure is cut short by massive flooding which is looking increasingly possible.
The plan was that I would take her to Pattaya bus station this morning, and then return to the comfort of my bed for some extra sleep. So, up at 0500 and off to the buses. Wife goes to buy a ticket and discovers she can’t get on the next bus and will have to wait until 0630; too late for her to make it to work on time. Given there has just been a long weekend, extra bus demand is maybe not surprising; but thankfully her wonderful husband, rather expecting that her plans for the next bus would be rather optimistic, had waited around and offered to drive her to Bangkok. What a star I am.
So instead of crawling back into bed, I crawled up to Bangkok and back in my truck, close to five hour of driving. This has rather put paid to enjoying the rest of the day; but I did pop out to re-stock the cat food and cat litter supplies which my wife is convinced are about to be in short supply. Also looked to increase our water stock; but there is none to be found.
Bangkok dominates the news as it stumbles towards crisis; but what I find amazing is the apparently zero coverage of the thousands of people who have already been made homeless to the north of the capital. As they are mainly poor, they don’t seem to matter.