One joy of living in the tropics is the emptiness of the wardrobe. Currently I have three shirts, three pairs of trousers and a hat. This pleasing lightness extends, in fact, to the whole flat, which contains the strict minimum. No pictures, no knick-knacks, no television. As a result, no round the clock updates about suicidal pilots or cabinet reshuffles. And most pleasing of all, no irritating intrusion of gloating, smirking politicians.