Thursday, September 04, 2008
As I speak, the Mitzer is hawling her 3' wide dog crate along the living room floor as she tries to pull a blanket out from the inside. I refuse to put it back where it belongs as Mr. M does not believe that she EVER behaves in a less than desirable way...
It had to happen. A flat tyre. On the way to a wedding. Our driver's sister's wedding. In the middle of Bangalore. I was driving. During Monsoon. In fact, during a stinking Monsoon afternoon which saw the streets become rivers. Thankfully, my Hero, Mr. M, was in the car with us (me and Mitz). I have never seen him spring so quickly into action. He was out the car, into the trunk, spare out, flat tyre off, spare on, quicker than you could say, 'should I get out and help?' In fact, both Mitzie and I remained dry as a (dog) bone inside the car while Mr. M was soaked to the skin. What was amusing, was the lack of police or helpful looking individuals when you need them. Out of the hundreds of people thronging through the Bangalore bus station (where we took refuge) only ONE person offered to help, with more people finding it quite amusing to see the only white guy in the vicinity up to his knees in water changing Madame's tyre. It did make me realize that while I have been on quite a high a lately driving myself here and there, with or without hubbie, that we are quite prone to getting flats here (due to the lack of road surfaces!) and if I were on my own it would be quite a pain in the ass. Having learned to change a tyre on an army landrover, I'm sure I could do it, but wouldn't want to! I was impressed by my knight in shining armour who delivered me to the wedding an hour late, but on time, as things generally run late here, without me having to get even slightly ruffled. That's a few brownie points well earned.
Monday, September 01, 2008
... and whatever else ammunition you have in the crazy war between dog owner and residents. We have had another complaint; this time, about noise after 11:30pm in our bedroom... apparently the sound of strange instruments dropping on the floor and rather heavy feet. Ah, that'll be Mitzie practicing the euphonium and drums. Crazy!!!