It's Songkran, or Thai New Year, as opposed to Chinese New Year (dragons and red t-shirts) or farang New Year (bombs). Songkran is the one where passers-by get doused with liquid clay and buckets of water, although since the rainy season appears to have started early this year, the effect may be muted.
Now that we've moved from the fleshpots of Sathorn to the quiet suburbia of Patanakarn, celebrations will probably be a little less raucous this time round. The most exciting things to have happened in recent days were the appearance of a couple of mynah birds on the balcony, and the nice lady next door giving us a bag of mangoes fresh from her tree. And, of course, the discovery in the local mom'n'pop store of a new brand of sugary biscuits, called "SWEETY CRACK".