Today Mr Martin has gone to Bangkok for the rest of the week for work. I have been making lots of jokes about how quiet our bedroom will be tonight, now that there's no-one snoring in there.
Having a xe om driver is a strangely intimate experience. You sit so close... Mr D's a bit smaller than me so I can easily peek over his shoulder. Last night as we were coming home he did a classic Mr D double-take - slow right down, look over his shoulder really closely at the thing that captured his attention. Usually we only see Mr D double-takes when someone tries to cut us off - but last night he was utterly captivated by fat baby twins, dressed identically and propped up in a double stroller - off for a walk around the front of the Coopmart. Then he gave a laugh and offered me a thumbs up before zooming around the corner to my front door.
This morning there was another Mr D double-take, but a bit less jolly. We had to take a detour from our normal route. At an intersection quite close to the hospital there was a big traffic jam and lots of peachy-uniformed traffic cops - obviously there had been a crash. The ladies at work told me that they drove past it on the way in and saw the guy lying on the road - dead.