I ONLY saw it when I got into bed. Horrible. Awful. Right there above me. Defying gravity. Stuck to the ceiling like Spiderman. Only this wasn't Spiderman - or even a spider - it was a dragon, or a lizard, or a gecko, or an iguana … something like that. And it was huge, I mean HUGE. Just the other day, in a cage at the reptile zoo, I'd seen another whatever-it-was. But I couldn't remember which ….
Now the idea of this game is that you gather up all of the cushions you can find in a rarely-used guesthouse deep in the forests of Thailand ( plus any spare pillows that just happen to be close at hand) and you make a pile of your ammunition in the middle of the room. Then you proceed to take aim. Not to hit it, you understand. In fact, just to miss it - but close enough for it to realize that it really ought to move ….
The old lady appears in the doorway. She is certainly not amused. In fact, quite the opposite. My command of the Thai language, and hers of English, being equally non-existent, matters not a jot. She sums up the scene in an instant. I have gone stark-raving mad ….