วันพฤหัสบดี (Thursday)

I woke up at about 8, and set about getting breakfast, getting dressed, making tea, and at about 830 it started raining heavily. This was slightly out of the ordinary, as the heavens tend to wait until mid afternoon to open. By 10 I had read enough of my book, practised enough of my guitar and I decided I should probably be getting to work a little early anyway.It was still raining.This wouldn’t normally phase me; after an hour or so the rain is usually quite light, and I don’t mind getting a little damp. Not today, though.

I stood at my window watching the streaming waterfalls that had become the building opposite. A thick grey sheet had enveloped the rest of the view, and I knew that if I went out I would likely be swallowed up by it too. I waited, and waited. Finally at least half an hour later, I felt able to forage out, cardigan over my head (I had left my umbrella somewhere I discovered to my dismay).

“Nam tuam!” said my security guard as I went out the main door. He was hopping about excitedly (I am used to him professionally greeting me with a salute). “Nam tuam!” he said again, indicating just below his knee.

Nam tuam is probably the first word I learnt this time round in Thailand, as I came last year at the beginning of the floods up in the north of the country. I was witness to the panic and worry while everyone tried to figure out and predict what would happen to Bangkok as the water came south.

“Jing lor”. I walked down to the end of my footpath-less soi, past lots of parked taxi’s with their doors open, to witness taxi drivers standing, hands on hips and handkerchiefs on heads. Indeed, a wide river of brown water, just over ankle deep had appeared on the footpath-less main road, my passage to work and beyond.

Two motorbike taxis went past me relatively slowly as I stood and considered my options. I mentally crossed off trying to wade through it (it’s a good 7 minute walk to the skytrain station), and then cursed myself for not flagging down one of the motorbikes – not the safest considering the water, but one has to compromise when one doesn’t want to get one’s feet wet.

For 15 minutes I stood, unsure of how to approach the situation, taking cautious steps backwards, away from the large dull coloured waves that spilled up the ‘bank’ of the new river every time a vehicle decided they could still manage to drive through it. The motorbikes that bravely ferried people across all had several people on them at a time.

Out of nowhere, suddenly a Thai lady popped up and helpfully ushered me onto a mini-truck that was headed in the direction I wanted to go. Unfortunately I had to wade a little to get on it… (why I walked on tip toes through the water, I don’t know. It didn’t help me stay dry one bit) and slowly, slowly we drove, the small truck trying it’s hardest, it’s wheels half covered by water – and I arrived at the station relatively dry, to have the driver “mai pen lai” (nevermind) the money that I offered him!

After many wais and “kop kun”s all round, I got on to the reasonably packed skytrain with a warm feeling in my heart… and a soggy feeling in my shoes.

Early bird



One of my favourite things to do on my days off is get up early.

Let me explain. My working week consists of midday starts and 9 pm finishes, meaning that by the time I get home it’s half 9 at least, if I’ve gone to get some food it’s 9.45, by the time I’ve eaten it, probably 10.45 to be honest. And I find it almost impossible to go to bed straight after I’ve eaten. All in all it means I go to bed relatively late. And so inevitably… get up late (ish) the next day. I leave my house at 11, I do have time to do some things in the morning, but always have to consider work, what time to start getting ready… etc etc.

I deliberately set my alarm early on a day off because that whole day is mine. I get up, and do things that need to be done – and do far more in the morning than I would on another day. Then, the time when I would usually be at work is time for relaxing, doing whatever I want to do. I don’t have anything hanging over me.

My days off are often not at the weekend either. This month I have Thursday and Friday off. Meaning that I am relaxing while my colleagues are at work, and while most other people are at work.

There’s something I love about not working when other people are. It feels almost naughty, and somehow makes me relish my free time even more than if everyone was off too, like at the weekend.

I remember being ill one day, not going into school and staying at home. I must have been… in year 7 or 8 I think, so maybe 12. My dad had the day off too, as he works shifts at the airport, and so he looked after me. He had a dentist appointment – and took me in the car with him to where his dentist had a private practice in a housing estate. I sat in the car when he went in. And… there was silence. Everyone else was at work. The dentist was at work. There were no cars at any of the houses, no people walking on the streets. It was an eerie kind of silence – and I loved it. What was everyone else doing? Rushing around, thinking about things they had to do, maybe feeling stressed, finishing things for deadlines… and I could just sit here. I wasn’t bored, I wasn’t lonely, I wasn’t fed up (though I suppose I must have felt ill). Just content.

It’s the same feeling I’ve had before when I’ve had interviews in London. I lived close, but not in London so I had to take the whole day off, (or I was unemployed at the time). I would go up on the train, to London Bridge, or Victoria, get the underground, go for the interview. And then, because I had no real reason to get back.. and the train journey probably cost me a fortune… I would stay in London for a bit. Sure there were tourists around and people in suits on the phone, people meeting other people… but, especially around London Bridge and by the river, it was considerably quiet. Around the docks too, Canary Wharf. I could feel the low gentle buzz of the city, coming from inside offices and tall buildings, all the thoughts going on, the strategies and new ways forward being created.  All the quiet energy. And then suddenly at lunch time it would come bursting out onto the streets. An hour of free time was grasped and people would make the most of it by rushing around to get food, get things done, talk to friends, anything they needed to be done. Then back to work again.

This morning I got up and went out to buy breakfast. A bit later than usual on a day off I have to admit, the early morning fruit lady was packing up her stall and the daytime fruit lady was just setting hers up. ‘Sawatdii ka’ to the daytime fruit lady as I walked past and popped into 7/11 – I hate them and I love them at the same time. I hate them because they are a chain, and I’d rather not take business away from little corner shops. However – they do sell some amazing stuff…and so a Big Pao Moo Deng (Red BBQ pork steamed bun), a yoghurt and a bottle of green tea richer, I stepped back outside onto the pavement (sidestepping the rather porky soi dog that lazily sleeps outside the entrance). I can’t not buy some fruit now… it’ll be the second time I’ve walked past fruit lady… and so I stop to get my usual ‘sabarot’, (pineapple) already cut up into bitesized chunks and with a stick so I can eat it without any washing up.

As I walk back up my soi (lane) I am hit with a terrific urge to go to the beach. The sun is shining, so much so that I cross over to the shade, the street barbecues are out, and the smell of charcoal and cooking meat is everywhere. It makes me think of barbecues in the back garden when I was about 8 – me and my younger sister taking control and donning our shades to stop the smoke getting in our eyes. Barbecues on the beach with friends and digging out the sand so the flames wouldn’t go out all the time. Sitting on Brighton beach drinking cider during Pride festival.

Note to self – need to look up any possible daytrips from Bangkok to the beach. I think there are some if your own car is available, sadly I don’t own one.Hua Hun or Cha-am soon. Then Koh Chang.

Now I’m sitting here, listening to Chopin Nocturne number 2 and wishing I could play the piano. The whole day ahead of me, I’m going to go to the park (when it’s a little cooler) and read, practise guitar (just bought a new one and am soo excited to be teaching myself again). I need to study Thai today too, I have been somewhat lazy as of late. If I had a pool I would swim. Unfortunately I don’t. When I have my medical certificate back I’ll sign up for the public pool down the road. Then this evening maybe a catch up with friends.

And you…? Early bird or late riser?