Iddy is growing into a very well behaved and adjusted young lady indeed, although her barking policy leaves some to be desired: for example: she goes off at any chicken not mine that comes onto our land as if al chickens of Cambodia were descending on us to murder us in our sleep, throw us into the river and take over our garden. Whenever Iddy goes off, my snoozing bullies get into action, thinking we are under some kind of attack,

Eher? Where is the danger? They yell, get all excited and upset, just to…find, a chicken. They are not amused as barking is only allowed for bill collectors of any kind. I suppose Iddy will learn eventually, as she does most from the bullies, the good and the bad I might add….

One talent of the bullies so far, luckily, escapes her. Bullies, (and I hate to admit it) are accomplished farters. The abundance of fruit to be found, stolen and eaten in my and the neighbors garden goes a long way, of course. So far Iddy does not let fly nearly as badly as the rest of the gang. Good thing too….the bullies can clear the bar in three minutes flat.

Well, there have been some incidents in the past, there was that time when Dt- who, lovely bully that she is, is the uncontested master when it comes to letting fly. Did so and farted the bosses of the United Nations demining committee of Cambodia- who were guests of my corporate guests- straight out of the place. When DT settled between their chairs during dinner I knew we had it coming so I tried to call her over to the bar to contain the damage. It did not work, Ian, who was sitting at the table too, saw what I was trying to do and promptly cracked up, so now the big UN guys thought it was Ian who. farted, and were shocked but too polite to remark upon…everybody thought that was funny, very funny except the UN'ers, who didn’t get it and left shortly thereafter* (*everybody else got spectacularly drunk after they had gone)….

.. A few days later a very pretty and lovely young Japanese lady, an investment banker sat at the bar. The corporate gang had finished their dinner, and were boozing and roaming around... one of the bosses decided to make a play for the Japanese lady, Ian followed him to the bar, so did Dt… Ian, always ready to instigate mayhem started getting between boss and lady- (hey, Ian is not an opera singer for nothing.) so he went: ‘…actually he as we are gay and legally married…’-(He, Ian is -but not to the boss, his spouse, Chris, had already left, presumably to avoid a hangover)... Of course now the young lady, thinks herself save, ‘oh how nice’, she says somewhat, well wondrous would be the word... the boss – had a few (so had we all), but he don’t get it, ‘yes, married’ he mumbles... meanwhile dt, who had followed the exchange with interest so far, decides to settle down and sure enough under the bosses chair and she lets off some of her better ones; ‘ooh not again!!’ Yells Ian. ‘Not again please!’don’t do it now!!’ ‘what? What?’ says boss, who after eating a year in my place seems to be immune for DT’s misdemeanors. The Japanese lady looks rather puzzled, sniffs carefully, and flees right into the arms of a spectacularly ratty Belgian backpacker. They leave- together. ‘What was that all about?’’ the boss says and oh noo,’’ and as it dawns ’she did not think that we were married? And that I did the farting? And ooh man that stinks! ‘’

( he was pretty angry and did not find this funny in the least, actually he has not forgiven Dt nor us- either yet or ever- I think,. -Actually the man lucked out, later we found out that the young Japanese flower is an accomplished martial arts master)….