It’s been a while since I wrote. Actually, it’s been a really long while. I blame the hiatus on pure sloth and the lack of excitement to persuade to put finger to keyboard. Well, it took one blown geyser and a collapsed ceiling to stimulate me enough.

  I got home and heard water running so I went to investigate. The sound of running water actually came from my room. Can you imagine? I got home from a day down at the coast to being soaked ankle deep in my own bedroom. Apparently, the ticking noise I have been hearing these past few nights wasn’t from some rat or bird in the ceiling, it was the warning before the flood. The flooding of my room. The burst geyser was right about my room. Jolly. I spent the following hours trying to locate the main tap situated in a one meter thicket of bamboo as well as bailing out the water by the bucket load. I landed watering half the garden…

  The following morning, the ‘Mr Plumber’ came to my rescue…or not. The had been here less then an hour before I heard a tremendous crash from my room. The whole ceiling had collapsed, along with the opening in the roof, I could see the sky. They had opened up a sky-light in my room. Great for tanning! My room was filthy. All the dirt and dust that had accumulated in between the roof and ceiling had now found its way onto my already soaked carpet. Double jolly…

  Two days and scores of workmen later, the carpets were cleaned, walls were scrubbed and the new heater refitted bu the surprises didn't end there...the house, I've been informed, apparently has a termite problem. Just seems like the butterfly effect never ends!