Day Three

I'm not actually going to write a daily blow by blow account of Life Without Maid, I think. But not only is it more stressful, it is also more interesting than Life With Maid.

Yesterday, The Son burst a water balloon while we were sitting in a moving taxi. Now that's interesting. It wasn't even his fault - I don't understand what kind of diabolical human mind could come up with a concept of a water balloon yoyo, but that's what their take-home school project was yesterday. It was, literally, a balloon filled with water, closed with a (faulty) clamp and tied to a rubber band. Boing boing boing we go, and then suddenly the back of the taxi driver's head is drenched. The expression on his face was priceless - I almost died trying not to laugh. Even the windscreen was wet. As usual, I didn't have tissues, so we had to use the cab driver's spare napkins to dry off the ceiling of the taxi, the back windows, the side panel, side windows, seat and floormat. Great stuff!

In other news, I finally checked out Diandin Leluk at the Golden Mile Complex. It. is. awesome. That is, aside from the faint but unmistakeable smell of urine and the strangely foreign atmosphere (you feel like you're in an ancient Bangkok shopping centre). There were some shops that didn't even bother with English in their shop sign. I only regret that they did not have in stock their durian with sticky rice dessert. The mango with sticky rice is swooningly good - they use extremely ripe mangoes drizzled with coconut milk and the portions are yooge. Yooge!