The wet season is here. The South East Asian monsoon is upon us with a vengeance! Each year, this event gets reported on in the local newspapers and forecast when it will start and end. Not so this year, due to global warming, the event has become somewhat unpredictable. As a result, of “will it/wont it/not being so sure”, the papers had declined to comment. I can replace all those tabloids and radio news stations, for I can predict when it’s going to start and end!
It’s really easy! I get up in the morning, I have a shower. I dry myself with a towel. I put my clothes on ready for work. I make my way over to the taxi rank to meet up with Johnny-Cab. I get in said taxi. I am wet again! Ergo, the rainy season has started. At the end of rainy season, the process is similar but I find I am dry!
It’s really easy! I get up in the morning, I have a shower. I dry myself with a towel. I put my clothes on ready for work. I make my way over to the taxi rank to meet up with Johnny-Cab. I get in said taxi. I am wet again! Ergo, the rainy season has started. At the end of rainy season, the process is similar but I find I am dry!
Another little give-away, is that the wallpaper in our apartment has developed pretty bubbles! I have poked at these bubbles, concerned that we may have developed a water feature without the aid of Gorund Force’s Charlie Dimmock and her ever pertinent nipples. Alas, no – these bubbles are the result of 100% humidity, and seem to be part of the alert indication system to show we are indeed in rainy season. Liken these bubbles to that of the humble pine cone – open when wet, closed when dry.
It’s a warm rain however, which adds to the “feels like….” type of thinking. It “feels” like your clothes are soaking wet, and all you need is a splash of Persil and the clothes will wash themselves. It feels like everything is clinging to you, and you need to peel them off. It feels like you need to carry around a can of deodorant every time you stop and rest up somewhere. It feels like crap.
The bubbles are however, for the benefit of OCD people out there, balanced! The balance comes from where the paper is joined every 800mm or so, right at the top of the wall, and looks like they are a design feature - meant to be there. We won’t win any awards for the design, nor will the problem get any worse, and I am assured that they disappear when the dry season kicks back in, and the paper contracts.
It’s a warm rain however, which adds to the “feels like….” type of thinking. It “feels” like your clothes are soaking wet, and all you need is a splash of Persil and the clothes will wash themselves. It feels like everything is clinging to you, and you need to peel them off. It feels like you need to carry around a can of deodorant every time you stop and rest up somewhere. It feels like crap.
The bubbles are however, for the benefit of OCD people out there, balanced! The balance comes from where the paper is joined every 800mm or so, right at the top of the wall, and looks like they are a design feature - meant to be there. We won’t win any awards for the design, nor will the problem get any worse, and I am assured that they disappear when the dry season kicks back in, and the paper contracts.
I wonder if the same can be said for my saggy skin?
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