What a brilliant day this has been - and will no doubt continue to be. The latter statement is (a) because we are having dinner with dear friends, and (b) because of something special which is happening tonight :
Voila.
Lizzie stayed over last night, and we sat on the roof under what I thought was a full moon, but clearly wasn’t, and we drank white wine and chatted. Then this morning, we sat on the verandah in the sun and had coffee and chatted some more, before heading off to Shahpurjat to meet Sonam. I know I may have said this before, but today was THE worst traffic ever.
I had a fleeting moment of triumph though, when I got out of my car and went and gave a piece of my mind (probably in very bad Hindi) to an irritating fat little man in a dented little car, whose only driving skill appeared to be non-stop hooting and honking, despite the fact the light was red.
“You are too slow driver” he yelled at me, as his wife and God knows how many people who were crammed onto the back seat gawped.
“And you are an irritatingly bad driver” I replied, smiling sweetly at him. I imagine the sarcasm was lost on him. When the lights eventually changed, little fat man was in the wrong lane anyway, so no surprises there…
Eventually, we collapsed into Sonam’s studio in some degree of exhaustion, craving masala chai. Julian rolled up as well, with Wendy, a friend who has just arrived from England. We all trooped off to see Julian’s fantabulous Ambassador, which Lizzie hadn’t seen (other than via this blog), and all in all I marvel that Sonam can get any work done, with all of us wandering in and out, and drinking endless cups of tea.
My other big thrill of the day was going to “Good Earth” in Khan Market for the first time. I know, I know. I lead a sad life. I need to get out more. But what gorgeous, gorgeous stuff.
Connaught Place and Pallika Bazaar were as revoltingly noisy, smelly, and spit-laden as ever. There are many, many things about India to which I have adjusted, and which I now take in my stride, but spitting everywhere is not one of them. Utterly revolting. Ah well, long live the Commonwealth Games…
I just hope to goodness that spit will be categorised as filth.
I have found myself strangely in total agreement with the dear old Times of India today. Firstly re the total change in the weather in just 3 days – deep winter to summer in 72 hours flat :
And secondly re the wretched statues & their dedicated security force :
But I am in too good a mood to fulminate, but I am sure, by now, you can imagine what I would’ve said, had I been feeling less zen.
Let’s end with Julian’s gorgeous Ambassador - her second time as photo of the day. But what a star. And how I wish that I had been driving this gorgeous creature, when I confronted the fat little man. How his family would have gawped even more.
