The Royal wedding
We were invited by the Deputy High Commissioner (not the boys) to go to the live screening of The Royal Wedding, high tea, a fashion show and supper in a hotel in the middle of the city.
The invitation said wedding attire and lounge suits. So, obviously, my swimming pool and beach dresses would not do. Many days of shopping were spent wandering around the big mall to find a suitable dress (Andrew needed a suit too). There is a chain of clothes shops called Alan Solley and I managed to find a few dresses in there so I was very happy and relieved .
When we got to the hotel, we had an official photo taken and then we sat down to watch the wedding with no interruptions, apart from the odd blip in the streaming. We drank Pimms, champagne and ate lovely cakes.
Later on there was choice of bangers and mash, fish and chips, Lancashire hotpot and shepherds pie.
Meanwhile, we had left Mala in charge of the boys and ordered them a pizza (which Mala loves). Milo went to a birthday party and Mala borrowed my bike to take him. Later, Max sent me a message to tell me that he couldn't get Mala to sit down and that she kept cleaning!
When we came back she was still at it! I think we owe her a day off !
HP sauce
Andrew loves HP sauce and he realised that the one and only bottle we had found had run out. He had added vinegar to try to get the last bits but had to admit there was no sauce left and throw the bottle. Luckily, Christine came to the rescue and sent him one through Greg, a colleague and now the appointed international courier for the Coles.
Then our friend Michael went to Mumbai and saw a hotel shop and bought Andrew two more bottles. But, alas, as Michael went to go through security they asked him if he had any liquids and he said yes. They made him produce said liquid but he only gave in one bottle and didn't admit to the other one. He managed to only smuggle one and not two. There would have been three precious bottles! But he does gets brownie points for such a magnificent effort.
School Trip
Milo was very excited as he was going on a school trip to a supermarket and they needed volunteers. I said I would help even though it was at least 30 minutes away.( It took an hour in the end!). The whole of his grade were there, all three classes. Each child had 200 rupees to spend wisely.
Milo's group started off sensibly adding up if they could afford a book and a pack of pencils, or a small soft toy, but then chaos set in when another group came past with some sweets. Our group charged down to the food section and, considering a packet of mentos was only 10 rupees, I lost all control of them as they loaded their basket with as many packets of sweets as they could. The careful addition went awry as well as they had too many items to work it out. All in all, as they held hands in a chain back to the coach( so that they could not be snatched by a child lifter) it was a lot of fun and Milo spent all afternoon eating sweets that he is not usually allowed. Apparently, he has the best teacher in the world!
Before he saw the sweets!
Max's photo out of the bus before they got stuck.
The mud left in the bus.
soaking wet in the rain
We were invited by the Deputy High Commissioner (not the boys) to go to the live screening of The Royal Wedding, high tea, a fashion show and supper in a hotel in the middle of the city.
The invitation said wedding attire and lounge suits. So, obviously, my swimming pool and beach dresses would not do. Many days of shopping were spent wandering around the big mall to find a suitable dress (Andrew needed a suit too). There is a chain of clothes shops called Alan Solley and I managed to find a few dresses in there so I was very happy and relieved .
When we got to the hotel, we had an official photo taken and then we sat down to watch the wedding with no interruptions, apart from the odd blip in the streaming. We drank Pimms, champagne and ate lovely cakes.
Later on there was choice of bangers and mash, fish and chips, Lancashire hotpot and shepherds pie.
Meanwhile, we had left Mala in charge of the boys and ordered them a pizza (which Mala loves). Milo went to a birthday party and Mala borrowed my bike to take him. Later, Max sent me a message to tell me that he couldn't get Mala to sit down and that she kept cleaning!
When we came back she was still at it! I think we owe her a day off !
HP sauce
Andrew loves HP sauce and he realised that the one and only bottle we had found had run out. He had added vinegar to try to get the last bits but had to admit there was no sauce left and throw the bottle. Luckily, Christine came to the rescue and sent him one through Greg, a colleague and now the appointed international courier for the Coles.
Then our friend Michael went to Mumbai and saw a hotel shop and bought Andrew two more bottles. But, alas, as Michael went to go through security they asked him if he had any liquids and he said yes. They made him produce said liquid but he only gave in one bottle and didn't admit to the other one. He managed to only smuggle one and not two. There would have been three precious bottles! But he does gets brownie points for such a magnificent effort.
Milo was very excited as he was going on a school trip to a supermarket and they needed volunteers. I said I would help even though it was at least 30 minutes away.( It took an hour in the end!). The whole of his grade were there, all three classes. Each child had 200 rupees to spend wisely.
Milo's group started off sensibly adding up if they could afford a book and a pack of pencils, or a small soft toy, but then chaos set in when another group came past with some sweets. Our group charged down to the food section and, considering a packet of mentos was only 10 rupees, I lost all control of them as they loaded their basket with as many packets of sweets as they could. The careful addition went awry as well as they had too many items to work it out. All in all, as they held hands in a chain back to the coach( so that they could not be snatched by a child lifter) it was a lot of fun and Milo spent all afternoon eating sweets that he is not usually allowed. Apparently, he has the best teacher in the world!
Before he saw the sweets!
Stuck!
I know you shouldn't laugh at children when something goes wrong but on Friday the boys had me in stitches!
The week before the school bus had broken down and they replaced it with a tourist bus (lovely). Then it was decided that the local bridge was wobbling and not safe for heavy vehicles so the buses had to go another way, making the journey at least another half an hour (annoying)
There has been a lot of worry in the local area about child lifting where children have been allegedly snatched and sold - apparently the police say this is fake news- although the children have even had a talk at school about how to keep safe. There have been a few terrible murders where mobs have attacked and killed innocent people walking through villages or waiting for buses, believing that these people are there to snatch children.
On Friday morning the police boarded the bus to check that the children had not been snatched. They questioned the children to see if they were happy and ok and that it was a school bus that they were on. The driver's papers were checked etc.
Max sent me a message about this and said that the police were high fiving all the children to make them feel good. After a while they were allowed on their way.
We then got a message to say that school was no longer permitted to use a tourist bus and must use a bus with the school logo on but that night would be the tourist bus . This meant that on Monday the old school bus would be rolled out (a new has been ordered to replace the other school bus but it is not ready yet).
On the way back from school, they went down the new bumpy back road just as an almighty thunderstorm started and it absolutely threw it down with rain.
Max started to message me, panicking that they were stuck. I thought, in traffic. But no, the bus was completely stuck in the mud down a tiny road. Max face timed me to show me the road and he was rather upset, utterly convinced that he would have to sleep the night on the bus!
I was trying not to laugh because he was so mad as he wanted to come home, it was Friday and he was not sleeping on the bus! He was talking to me as if it was my fault the bus was stuck!
I could see lots of very wet people out of the window of the bus as he panned the phone round. Max pointed out that there were local people from the houses and they were trying to dig and push the bus out. People on their scooters had stopped to help too.
Luckily, Milo and his friends didn't write "help" on the windows this time to antagonise the situation. ( When they got stuck in traffic at a festival they did this and thought it was funny!)
All the parents got a message on their phones indicating that there was a problem and that another bus, already with children on board, was going to stop and help.They would put all the children on the same bus and they would have to share seats. There was no choice.
It had now been two hours since the children had set off from school!
It was raining even harder and the water was gushing down the road and lightning was flashing overhead. I put on all my waterproof gear and set off to the bus stop.
After another half an hour the bus turned up.
The children got off the bus, some with no shoes because their shoes had come off and were completely covered in mud. Max and Milo looked weary but had been sensible and put on their coats ready to bike home.
As they got in the whole story came flooding out about their drama on the bus. They stood in the doorway each telling their own version of the story ay the same time.
I asked Max if he had taken any photos of their predicament.
"Never mind flipping photos!" he said." It was awful and it was even worse when the rescue bus turned up as they couldn't open the door because a flipping cow was blocking the exit! And then as we got on the other bus the first one drove off !"
At this point I was in hysterics. They were both dripping wet, right through their clothes, their socks were wringing wet, their shoes had a few inches of mud on them and they were just fuming with the injustice of the cow that blocked their way and the fact that the bus had managed to get out of the mud.
You don't get this drama in rural Lincolnshire!
Max's photo out of the bus before they got stuck.
The mud left in the bus.
soaking wet in the rain
Another long journey.
But I wasn't laughing when I went to fetch Max from school today. It is his exams and he is allowed to leave when the exam is over. We have a carpool system with some other parents and it was my turn today.
Arjun and I set off at 11 and usually it takes about 30 -40 minutes to get to school. After 50 minutes,we had only got to the rickety bridge! The whole journey took an hour and 45 minutes - so long!
When I got to school, I got out of the car, got the children I needed, got back in and set back off for Palm Meadows.
Arjun decided to do a detour round all the traffic, as the satellite was showing delays of an hour and a half.
The road we went on was lovely and green and very rural. We went through some delightful villages with beautiful houses. I had no idea we were so close to the actual countryside where we could go walking. It definitely helped pass the time on such a long journey of nearly three hours!
This area needs investigating more closely!
