I am trying to write this while an old man in a turban beams at me in a creepy fashion. It is quite distracting. I hope he can't read through the back of the computer but I wish he would go away. Oh, he's staring at Joe now. Phew.
Yesterday we visited the Fun Cinema complex to watch Kung Fu Panda 2. There wasn't a large selection of films (so don't judge us); the panda, something about a lantern, or all sorts of things in Hindi. After some truly dreadful "American diner-style" food, we settled into our enormous reclining seats and waited for the action to unfold. But first we all had to stand up while the national anthem played. Can you imagine doing that in England? Everyone dutifully got to their feet and watched a short video of the Indian army cavorting in the snow while panpipes played the anthem. It was quite a spectacle. Once the film started we were looking forward to a few hours of undisturbed viewing pleasure but hadn't factored in the Indian love of mobile phones. People were actually taking calls and talking during the film. It was hilarious. Or at least, it was a bit hilarious but also quite annoying.
The breaking news is that we are now flying home one week earlier than planned, on the 12th August. So please ensure you have unpacked the bunting, slaughtered the fatted calves and bought the welcome home presents by then.We have had a massive gas bill and need to release some equity from our trip, like on those adverts. In our new flat, if we ever get a new flat, we are going to only wash in cold water, eat raw food, and wear duvet ponchos in the winter. And maybe invest in double glazing.
Joe and I are off for a beer now so we can discuss the new Chelsea manager (I think he is missing male company), but I will write when we arrive in Sri Lanka. Or probably not when we arrive because it'll be 4am, but shortly after getting to Colombo anyway.
Yesterday we visited the Fun Cinema complex to watch Kung Fu Panda 2. There wasn't a large selection of films (so don't judge us); the panda, something about a lantern, or all sorts of things in Hindi. After some truly dreadful "American diner-style" food, we settled into our enormous reclining seats and waited for the action to unfold. But first we all had to stand up while the national anthem played. Can you imagine doing that in England? Everyone dutifully got to their feet and watched a short video of the Indian army cavorting in the snow while panpipes played the anthem. It was quite a spectacle. Once the film started we were looking forward to a few hours of undisturbed viewing pleasure but hadn't factored in the Indian love of mobile phones. People were actually taking calls and talking during the film. It was hilarious. Or at least, it was a bit hilarious but also quite annoying.
The breaking news is that we are now flying home one week earlier than planned, on the 12th August. So please ensure you have unpacked the bunting, slaughtered the fatted calves and bought the welcome home presents by then.We have had a massive gas bill and need to release some equity from our trip, like on those adverts. In our new flat, if we ever get a new flat, we are going to only wash in cold water, eat raw food, and wear duvet ponchos in the winter. And maybe invest in double glazing.
Joe and I are off for a beer now so we can discuss the new Chelsea manager (I think he is missing male company), but I will write when we arrive in Sri Lanka. Or probably not when we arrive because it'll be 4am, but shortly after getting to Colombo anyway.
Shall I knit you a poncho or would you prefer quilted?
ReplyDeleteI shall have a word with Ralphie "trust me I'm a butcher" baby about the fatted calf now that you have booked the train. Will a couple of ribs be enough do you think?
ReplyDeleteSeven ribs wrapped in a knitted poncho please xx
ReplyDeleteI sense a challenge ma fille!
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