Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Be Prepared - Dib Dib


Be Prepared!
Life as a new TS (Trailing Spouse) is a mixture of what the **** and ‘yes Madam’.  Apart from being the dinner party diva (DPD), you have to be Mr Fixit.  Now, this isn’t so much of ‘when are you putting those shelves up darling’ as there are people to do that for you.  It is more of, we don’t have X and your job is to assimilate, plan, source and resolve the X request.  In a lot of cases this is required so the TS can then become the DPD.  Yes, that is another thing you learn when being a diplomatic TS – acronyms! 

Government bureaucracy seem to live by them.  Actually they operate by them.  I would love to ask them, what does the acronym stand for as I bet they can’t remember.  Anyhow, even despite being a good boy scout and being a member of the reserve armed forces, I just didn’t realise that my level of preparedness would have to be applied in Bangladesh and utilised accordingly.

Take for instance a plug.  Yep – the good ole plug for your bath or sink.  Now, in my wash bag for when I am traipsing around with the forces, is a sink plug.  All washrooms have sinks and even have running hot water now.  But they don’t have plugs.  I know why they don’t have plugs, to prevent flooding when some squaddie doesn’t give a monkey etc, but I do wonder what their water bill is like for waste.  Do they know or care?  Anyhow, I digress.  Hence why being prepared is essential – apart from the usual toiletries, first aid kits etc, one carries a plug in the wash bag.

The picture is set.  So arriving as a TS, Madam and I were duly escorted to our accommodation, whereupon entering the kitchen I had to laugh out loud, much to the consternation of Madam.  On further inspection throughout the house and the myriad of bathrooms there were either no plugs or the plugs that did exist, were designed for some sort of plughole which is unknown to any human being and thus is actually a nice ornament dangling from the tap, akin to some furry dice in your car if you are of that persuasion.

This is when I realised I had been transported into the land of government and associated accommodation.  Of course, I had failed to assume that diplomatic houses may run along the same lines of utilitarian forces sleeping and washing blocks and hence carrying a universal plug may be an essential part of ones equipment.  I have now realised that any travelling in this region a plug will need to be packed along with the anti bite cream, insect repellent etc.

Trying to find a suitable plug in Dhaka, is now becoming a major mission and is slowly creeping up to the top of the list.  Yes I could order them from home and get them sent out – that’s cheating.  Yes, I could get Madam to purchase some when she is back at HQ for those essential meetings which require travelling over 5000 miles for them, to then start coming back two days later – but that to me is being defeatist.

Therefore readers, I have chosen to accept this quest and undertake my very own mission impossible – getting the right plug in Dhaka - I will keep you updated.  So if you are coming out to this part of the world – please be plug prepared!