Dear Matt and Mar,
It had been several weeks since Mar and I had visited the garden in Thonglor, usually Mar and I would take a short walk to the garden after Matt goes to his Thai class. However, since Mar had decided to attend the art class at the same time slot, the garden trip was no longer mandatory, lol. So no more feeding the chickens, feeding the goats, watering flowers and close out with a small tub of ice-cream, haa haa haa.
However (25.06.16), after dropping you two off at your respective classes, I was really looking forward to be doing absolutely nothing for the next hour or so, haa haa haa, then suddenly 'Ka-Bang' then darkness, one of the close by transformer had exploded. 'Sod', haa haa haa, so I trudged up the stairs to find your floor bathing in emergency lights, great ambience for wine and beer but not really ideal for painting or learning a language. You two could have carried on with candles, but the lack of air conditioning was the straw that broke the camel's back.
So what to do now? Haa haa haa, of course I am not as creative as your mother... then suddenly... 'You must go to the garden, it has been ages' (in the most Moses' voice ever imaginable), and naturally I'd awarded myself a gold medal (in my mind), I was ever so proud, lol.
After a short walk we arrived at the garden, and it was like a scene from a Hollywood B film where after 70 minutes the protagonists having just escaped the most dire situation and now found themselves a hair's breadth away from freedom... after all those struggle, all those near deaths and at last, a chance to get away. Then the camera zoomed in, to a very tight crop of the protagonists' faces, their smiles slowly metamorphose into nothing but despair. That was my face when I saw that the garden was no more... haa haa haa.