Well, here we are. Today I ate most of a meat pie, and the rest was as I’ve been doing all week. Tinned beans (haricot and cannellini) were a new item, as was grilled radicchio. Still noticing that when I’m hungry, nothing satisfies like raw salmon. I did just take a walk in the morning, and in the evening tai chi without sword, as my arms felt like they could use the break.
I really need to vent about my neighbour’s borked water pump that makes horrible noises that go through our house (have I mentioned that Mack’s “Pillow Soft” silicone earplugs are my best friends in Thailand?) — it was me what told them it was borked two weeks ago, and I know they really know it’s borked because I’ve seen the man of the house up there looking at it with a look of woe, because it’s going to cost, maybe, $200 to fix or replace? This is a middle-class neighbourhood; anyone here can afford home repairs (and I know this because they renovate constantly). It’s leaking water on their roof-space and I hope the water encourages ghosts to settle in their house.
It’s also possible that the noise might piss off the god of the street, and s/he might appear in cosmic manifestation, like in Monkey, and rip that damn pump out and throw it across the suburbs and into the river. A girl can dream a little.
Anyway — we’ll give the neighbours one more week to do something, then we’ll have to ask the landlady whether she might have a word to them.
Or I could just perforate my own eardrums and learn sign language.