Eee! I had no idea they were starting to get a national following.

Ooh, that was very good! I like! I'd buy their album, if it were in the shop. (Hell, they're named after a Labyrinth character - what's not to like?)

Did you mention a bacterial and yeast combo infection? If so, corn starch may feed the yeast.

Oh hell? Really? Well, I only put it on once. Back to the drawing board.

You know you're in the tropics when the classrooms on the ground floor flood ankle-deep, and you have to wade home from work, through streets awash with unspeakable objects and floating cockroaches as big as your thumb.

Happy happy joy joy!

(The Cat Daniel may consider his life confining, but he is Very Lucky to be on the 18th floor. The cats I saw sitting damply on the ledges of spirit houses, and peering out balefully over the flood through sputtering incense sticks, garlands of jasmin and batallions of little plastic dancers would all be VERY jealous of how dry he is up here.)

I got totally lost and had to call TCG to figure out how to get home.

((sj)) I hate that feeling, and I can empathize since I moved here without my sense of direction. My suggestion is that you look into a GPS - mine has given me a safety net when I'm driving someplace new and can't stop to look at a map (if I have one - my DH has an annoying habit of taking them out of the car so he can study them). We were able to find an older model that works just fine and talks to me for around $100.

Fay, that sounds icky. I hope you have some stylish boots to get you through the streets safely!

Nope. Brand new navy trousers rolled up to the knee were accompanied by brown satin ballet flats, that had just dried off from their drenching on Friday night.

I lost one of them twice, but recovered it both times.

Although there were people carrying their shoes, the prospect of my naked feet being in contact with the invisible surface seemed far too much of an invitation to accident and septicemia to me! (Not to speak of the squeamishness of stepping on a cockroach/turd/rat/other unpleasant submerged thing).

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Although there were people carrying their shoes, the prospect of my naked feet being in contact with the invisible surface seemed far too much of an invitation to accident and septicemia to me!

Bleargh. Yeah, I would not want to go barefoot in those circumstances. How common is that sort of flooding in Thailand? Is it an annual phenomenon, or one of those once-a-decade gullywashers like we get in my neck of the woods?

Well, this was the worst I've seen it, but it's not very much worse than it's been before. Worse, yes, but not insanely so.

The rainy season? REALLY REALLY isn't kidding. But generally speaking the pavements are bone dry within a few hours of the rain stopping.

Ick. I don't like walking in water where I can't see. Keep your feet protected.

Barb, when Brandy is having those kinds of problems I encourage her to swim in the pool. It seems to give her some relief. My doberman used to swim in the ocean which was good for all kinds of stuff, but my beach has been funny about dogs since I've had Brandy. Haters. I'll use any kind of anti-itch stuff I have around for people on any irritated spots.

It's not even autumn yet, and I'm already sick of being cold.