Post holiday reality is beginning to set in.
I think it might have something to do with the damp patches on freshly painted walls after just a couple of days of rain, plus the discovery of termite trails in our bedroom and in the office. Faithful readers may well remember my saga, just before Christmas, when termites chomped their way through vast swathes of my photographic past. We kindly treated them with ayurveda. QED.
I also mused this morning, as I contemplated our always-dusty home, how on earth are the city fathers going to keep the road curbs and dividers dust free during the Games…remember I blogged about it the other day ? Apparently keeping the curbs dust-free will improve the air quality for the CWG. Perhaps I could ask them for a few tips. Of all the daft things I have heard, the idea of keeping road dividers dust-free really does take the biscuit.
Minds you, if people keep on pinching stuff, then there will be nothing left to dust :
Do you suppose the juxtaposition of noise & quietly was intentional ?
And how about this little gem ?
Don’t tell me the coffee houses-cum-toilets are doomed. Carine and I had got rather silly, planning trips to visit the so-called 5-star ones, especially the ones with the in-built aquarium - and now will it all come to naught ?
As it so happens, I have an appointment early tomorrow morning in GK, so perhaps I could go check it out…nah. You’re right. Forget it.
In the midst of the flurry of Games-related renovation/repairs/building I thought this was an interesting angle. I always notice this poor, battered bridge when we drive to Chhachhrauli, so thank goodness something is at last being done to repair it :
On the photo front – I had promised you H x 2 buying panamas in the village square in Domme. And here they are.
I have posted a lovely story about India’s very own lost city of Atlantis, off the coast of Tamil Nadu. It’s in the Green India section of the blog – do read it. Makes for soothing, cheering reading.
The Commonwealth Games Countdown news (72 days and counting) makes for less soothing reading. Positively jitter-making, in fact.
