Friday, 25 April 2014
Thursday, 24 April 2014
The Barefoot mice
For some reason these mice (sold at the very popular household shop and cafe, Barefoot) seem to have a hypnotic pull, engendering the unqualified maternal affection of any women past fifty. It is quite spooky.
Sunday, 20 April 2014
Friday, 18 April 2014
Saturday, 12 April 2014
You serve?
I'm sat in a tuk tuk, taking advantage of the chance to read. As the traffic comes to a standstill at a juncture a man in a sarong approaches the vehicle and says 'roi navee' - I take this to be Singhalese and don't look up from my book. He repeats it and draws closer, making it clear from his stoop and bent that he is speaking to me. I look a little closer to weigh up his mental state.
He tries a third time, 'Royal Navy? You serve?'
'No.'
He almost recoils. Backs off and the traffic unloosens itself with a guff of petrol fumes and we pull away.
I am dressed in a turquoise t-shirt and brown shorts. Not very naval to my knowledge. My doppelganger is afoot once more.