And gradually the Delhi routine restarts, ie chai & a mammoth catch-up with Sonam in his Sharpurjat studio. Since Alison (who arrived this morning) was there, too, it really did seem like old times.
My day, however, started with a bit of an identity crisis.
Oh dear.
Stepped outside and nearly fell over a sign that tells me I am being upgradated – well, my street lights are, at least. Make that my street light.
That’s our gate, for those of you who don’t know vibrant, downtown Vasant Vihar. I suggested to Himmat that we move the sign a weeny bit, as it blocks the rear view completely when you reverse out into the street, but he demurred. So I will go do the needful – as we say – tomorrow, when no-one is looking. They are upgradating the whole street, and, as far as I can tell, conveniently filling in the drains at the same time :
That’s still our gate behind, and that rubble-filled, er, well, thing in the foreground was (until 2 days ago) a drain. If we ever get any rain, guess what will happen…
I don’t know if our upgradation has anything to do with the you know what in October, but they have other things on their minds at the moment, poor things. I have posted a worrying report about threatened terrorist activity at the Games, in the Countdown section.
This flyer inside my morning paper made me smile :
I found the curious story below - well, curious.
After scandals galore in Indian sport – think the IPL saga, think the current accusations of sexual harrasment in womens’ hockey – and now this. Is nothing sacred ?
On the word of the day front, I have a new quotient combination for you.
Now I had better go sort out my wearablity quotient, since we are due at Catherine and Harshal’s very soon.
Enjoyable post; thanks!