A massive thunderstorm with ear-piercing thunder claps besieged Phnom Penh this evening, deluging the city with enough rain to flood all the usual places and more besides. It also robbed me of my television transmission midway through watching the Barclays Premier League action. Darn it. It also flooded out the ground floor home of Rumnea and her family, so the four of them have made their way through the knee-high water to sleep in my spare room for the night. I have the blankets but I don't have the hot chocolate to give them. I shouldn't jest, everything in their house is soaking wet and this happens at least a few times every rainy season. They need to move to higher ground.