Life in the days of the British Raj: Our bungalow was much more modern but we had similar problems as depicted here. I recall as a small boy rummaging through my father’s old wartime kit in a box in the kitchen store. I briefly held the tail of a small snake, apparently a deadly Grey Krait, before letting go and running. The next few minutes were pandemonium as cooks, bearers and my father lashed about with brooms and sticks.