Termites and tax

With “Termites and tax” as a blog title, I do hope you are not expecting a nice, cheerful blog this evening.  ‘Cos you aren’t getting one, I can tell you.

We have discovered even more termite damage than we feared – there are big trails all over the guest-flat, as well as in our bedroom and Himmat’s office. The guest-flat is now strewn with chomped through boxes, and with the remnants of books and papers that these horrid creatures have eaten.  I am fed up and irritated at my naivete in going for ayurveda when we originally found them, back at Xmas.  Should have nuked them on the spot.

And I have been doing taxes all day.

So, yes, if it were not for the presence of a very dear friend, Alison, my mood would be dire.  As it is, she did a great job cheering me up by suggesting we visit the flower market on Baba Kharak Singh Marg early this moring, which we did.  We emerged with armfuls of tube-roses and lotuses (loti ?) for tonight, when friends are coming round for a catch-up with Alison.  We were the only 2 females/foreigners there this morning, and yet were blissfully unhassled. It is such a nice market, and I resolve to go there more regularly.

Just loved this man selling marigold garlands:

From the flower market, we went onto the club for a walk and a much needed nimbu pani.  It was peaceful and quiet, and since it was after ride timings, the cows had brazenly taken over the dressage arena :

What else ? Oh yes, Hari’s best friend from Exeter, Matt, with whom he graduated a couple of weeks ago arrived early this morning.

I owe you clippings.

I owe you news (other than my termites).

I owe you CWG updates (and boy, do I have news for you in THAT department, trust me).

Guilty as charged, but am suffering from post-termite-stress syndrome, so will leave you instead with a cheerful photo, and a promise of a huge catch-up tomorrow.

This is Vasant Marg, this afternoon, with the upgradated street and a snoozing orange-duster-wala.