Terima kasei,la,Max, but it will be Open House....
I sympathise with Sgt Bikash and his cobras, when having a shower in Borneo with Ghurkhas ,the call went out "Cobra,Cobra,Sahib,Big cobra....!! Well,soaped -up,wearing flip-flops,grabbed my towel,this is no time or place for flute playing,ran out and tripped into a monsoon drain....another place cobras hide...! My orderly,a Gurkha lad of about 16,picked me up over his shoulder,and ran me to the medics,as I had a bleeding foot...That got sorted by the Doc,who gave me a sarong to wear as the towel had `disappeared`...The story had of course been the rounds amongst the troops that `Punka-wallah Sahib`had been attacked by a monster cobra,but had bravely `retreated` and had been injured,,the cobra had also retreated having seen P-W Sahibs bottom.....
For the next few days ,every Ghurkha I met gave me the biggest smile and smartest salute,and `how is your foot Sahib`...? I think I may have given my orderly a bottle of rum as thanks( via his QGO...)