Monday, 25 January 2021

January


December

We started December by going to the farm that we stay at and having a wonderful cooking lesson where we learned how to make several dishes. We enjoyed walking in the open air, eating lovely food and enjoying everyone’s company. The last time we went there we had joked about the leopard. This time, a couple of days before we were due to go, the leopard was spotted on the rocks above the farm. One of the people on the farm had managed to take a photo so we knew what to look out for. It was very exciting.
When we went for a walk the chap came with us to keep a look out. We all kept scanning the rocks but we didn’t manage to see it. 
Later on, Andrew and I went for a quick walk on our own with Andy and two of the farm dogs came along too. All of a sudden, the dogs became alert and froze, then they formed their own pack ( if two is a pack?) and moved as one. They darted between the trees and ran ahead of us. 
Andrew looked at me and said, “have you got the baton ?”.
 No, I hadn’t.
 Now, usually I carry the rucksack with all potential weapons inside, as obviously, I am the only one who seems capable of doing this, but this time I only had my phone as I was fed up of having to carry everything, it gets too hot and we were only going for a quick walk.
 All the other times we had gone for a walk and I had “THE” rucksack. I had my phone and a spare metal lead as Andy is so strong he has managed to snap one so we need a spare, just in case. As the farm dogs continued to stay alert, we decided our only form of defence was Andy and the metal lead. 
First of all, Andy is of no use what -so- ever as a guard dog, he rolls over for everyone and everything, wanting to play. Added to that, he’s a chunky boy and would be very juicy. So, I had a practise swinging the lead around like a ninja’s nunchuck as we scuttled back to the main farm area, Andrew in the lead with Andy and with words to the effect that leopards/ tigers/ etc always get the one at the back.
I managed to survive and when we got back we relayed our dramatic story, only to be told by Meena,  “oh, it was probably just some deer " I don’t know what we would do if we actually came face to face with a leopard and I don’t really fancy it but the adrenalin rush is exciting.
But the next time we went out we took the rucksack just in case.





 our cooking lesson.

Andreas learning how to grate a coconut on an authentic coconut scraper/grater

We actually needed jumpers on that afternoon

these are a sweet dish with peanuts and jaggery sugar . Milo loves them.


the children love the hammock

on one of the group walks





Christmas 


This year was quieter although the lead up to Christmas was very busy with mini parties with our close friends. We had a secret Santa party and we all enjoyed choosing names out of a bowl and then buying a present for the secret person. We had our Christmas dinner at our French friends’ house. Aurelie and David and their children, Margot and Gaspard had made some delicious dishes. For the presents, it was amazing how people had really managed to capture the person’s personalities in the gifts that they had bought. Milo got some tins of beans and he was very happy. Max got a wall clock, Andrew received a hand painted picture of a local bird and I got some silver bangles and a cake stand. Exactly things that made us happy.
Margot made the yule log. Well done.

Secret Santa party day


Sheetal brought some christmas crackers but I don't know from where. We were the only ones who knew what they were for. We told each other about  Christmas traditions. The most weird must be that in the Czech republic is it normal to put a carp in the bath, let it swim in there for a few days, then you bash it on the head with a hammer and eat it for your evening meal.  When Andreas first met Petra's parents they gave him this honor!






Another party was an international carol service at Petra and Andreas’ house. There were carols in Czech, German, Latin, French and English. All of this was, of course, socially distanced. It was such a pleasant evening. Petra and her husband are very talented, playing lots of instruments and being able to sing in tune. Mathieu was playing the violin.

For Christmas day, we went for lunch at the Leela Palace like we did last year but this year there were less people. We had a lovely time.


Andrew was so happy to have a "proper" dinner.

Santa was not wearing a scary mask this year.

The band are brothers and sisters . We know their other brother and Milo has singing lessons with their other sister. There are 7 of them and they all sing.


Andy loved his presents.


Milo loved his money! He has not actually spent it yet.




The boys got a football table from the family. They keep thrashing Andrew and I. We are rubbish at it.


Added to the excitement of Christmas, we found a British lady who makes British food so we had a Christmas cake and mince pies. They were delicious. We have also had a beef pie from her. Yum!

The cake was lovely.

New Year 

We were due to go to Michael and Ken’s new apartment for New Year’s Eve but during the afternoon, the government of Karnataka decided to block the roads near their house and called a curfew. So, we had to quickly change our party venue to Palm Meadows. Another fun time was enjoyed and we all wandered home in the early hours. Fireworks were everywhere and the loud music was still going on at 4 in the morning. 


Mala


Mala, Mala, Mala. What can I say? After five or so months of living with us due to covid, we decided that as the numbers for Covid had gone down in India that Mala could now go home at the end of the day but this was only after I thought that I might actually lose my cool with her. 

If she had not agreed, I think I may have completely lost the plot. 
Bless her, she tries so hard and aims to please but she is not the brightest button in the basket and this can be very, very trying after a while.

It all came to a head after a few instances where I thought that I might explode. 
Here we go…
1) Mala has worked for us for 3 years and is still finding it difficult to sort the washing (or she can’t be bothered to sort the washing, I’m not sure….) I went into the room at the back of the house where the utility room is found and the washing machine had just stopped. As I was standing there, I thought I would empty the machine. I am perfectly capable of doing this even though she thinks I might exhaust myself in the process. 
There crammed inside were Milo’s cream shorts, my black dress, a white towel, a red cloth (this will come back into the story later) and several other mismatched coloured clothes. They all looked pretty dingy. There were so many clothes in there that the middle of the washing was still dry as they were so tightly packed together.
 Gritting my teeth and practising my deep breathing from yoga, I calmly called Mala. Smiling sweetly, I pointed at the wash basket and asked her if she had had trouble sorting the washing and she needs to remember to only put it in half as much. I showed her that the middle clothes were still dry.
 “Sorry, ma’am,” she said, shrugging her shoulders and wandering off.
Now, she keeps saying sorry and shrugging her shoulders at me but never seems to remember what I say and so ruining the clothes. 
Shrugging her shoulders at me made me rather annoyed so I called her back and said that she has been doing the washing for 3 years now and I can’t stand over her all the time. 
Please sort the washing properly.
So, we did a little sorting activity where she had the 3 washing baskets and played at matching the colours. She seemed to get it right  (at that moment in time) and was pleased with her efforts. Had she been 4 years old, I would have given her a smiley face sticker.
2) Then, one day, I felt really unwell with a bad headache. I went to bed early that evening and Andrew said he would sort the evening meal. I went to sleep (in my room having closed the door) only to be woken by Mala standing next to the bed and shouting at me.
 
"Ma’am, Ma’am, Ma’am, what about night dinner?"

Mala had just walked into my room without knocking. I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears. 

“Sir is cooking!” she continued to yell into my face.

Now, I know Andrew does not do much in the house due to the long hours he works, and that is fine, but he is perfectly capable of cooking a meal for himself and his children and he doesn’t mind doing it.
I feebly told her to go away and I went back to sleep. 

Then, at two in the morning when my headache had totally gone, I woke up so quickly when I  registered what had happened. I was so mad that I couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t believe that she had just opened the door and come in when I was ill.
 I got up the next day and made a chart on the computer, just like I would do for the young children at school who cannot read. 
It consisted of pictures and photos of the things I wanted Mala to do in the house. Mala cannot read English and I cannot write in Tamil/ Kannada, so it has to be something with a common ground.(she obviously can’t remember verbal instructions….)
So, for example, a photo of 4 toilets with 4 cloths and a photo of a bottle of Dettol. ( meaning- clean each toilet with a different cloth) 
My chart was detailed, very clear and in a numbered order.
I went over it with Mala. 
I also said that now would be a good time for her to go home in the evenings as she must be missing her family. After a bit of a protest, she agreed to go back to her normal timetable 8-3, so arrive at 8 go home at 3.


Before she went, I got her to repeat what I needed her to do and what would happen. 

Okey Dokey ,all sorted.

Or so I thought…

3) So, Mala is cleaning the mirrors and windows with a soft red cloth last Tuesday. She washed out the cloth when she had finished and put in on the line outside.
During the week before, after I had given her the new chart, I couldn’t really check because Milo had come down with a flu bug and Max had an ingrowing toenail.
 I had spent most of the week at the hospital (more on this later) so I had not checked the cloth changing/ cleaning situation. 
Wednesday comes and Mala saunters past me with her cleaning bucket and the trusty red cloth. She went into our bathroom. I saw her start to clean in the sink area where there is a mirror and then I went off somewhere else in the house.
After a while, Andy came charging out onto the terrace with a shampoo bottle in his mouth, he had obviously stolen it from our bathroom and run off. I grabbed it off him and went to the bathroom to take it back. 
As I went in, I saw to my horror, Mala cleaning the toilet seat and the inside of the toilet bowl with the red cloth. As I watched, mouth open, unable to find the words to speak, she wiped the toilet handle and then the door handle. She was about to wipe the sink top when I found my voice. Through gritted teeth (again- I shall have no teeth left at this rate!) I told Mala to stop and to put the cloth in the bucket. I wasn’t quick enough though, as she still managed to wipe the fan’s buttons as she took the cloth towards the bucket.
Now, how was I going to go about this one in a kind but firm way ?

“Mala”, I said ,” Where are the cloths that are in the photos for cleaning the toilets?” 
“Here”, she said picking up the red dirty germ -ridden cloth.
Me -“No, you have the disposable cloths for the toilets and each toilet has a different cloth, “
“ No, the red cloth “

In my mind I was saying  this “ **** *** ******* *****!

I marched downstairs and got the chart. Brought it up (and got the correct disposable cloths) but, as I walked in, she had started cleaning again with the red cloth!

I have worked with some trying children in my time and I think my patience level is quite good but this was the limit, I was beginning to seethe with rage. I felt like jumping up and down on the spot.

How we had not been poisoned with E-coli I don’t know !

 Mala was just behaving like I had never spoken.

" Mala, stop cleaning with the red cloth ! Please look at the photos”

"Yes Ma’am "

Holding up the disposable cloths, I pointed out that they were the the ones for the toilet and the red one was soft for polishing things.

"yes Ma’am "

The light seemed to be on but no one was at home, so to speak. 

At this moment, I decided to ring my friend Sindhu who speaks Kannada. Mala speaks Kannada too.
Sindhu explained everything to Mala who then grabbed the disposable cloths off me and went off to redo the cleaning, slamming the doors as she went.

She continued to slam doors and not answer me for the rest of the morning but at least I had finally got my message across. Fingers crossed ….. 



Max braces 


Max has had retainers and braces for the past three years and finally last week was the big day when he could have them removed. We were all so excited but Max was, of course, the most excited.

He has not crunched an apple or bitten anything that could break the wires for so long. We had his favourite food lined up – hotdogs and chips. We can get pork sausages here (no spice) and I make the rolls myself.
As he came out of the dentist, he had put his mask back on and I couldn’t see. Then he pulled his mask down to reveal the most perfect teeth. I was so happy for him.
When we got home he spent all day smiling as much as he could and he hasn't stopped. He thoroughly enjoyed his hotdogs too.




Hospital trips 


What is very interesting about India is the health care system. It shows the other extreme of intelligence in India.
It is excellent without a doubt.
Milo had come down with a very heavy blocked nose and cold and one night he woke up very distressed saying he couldn’t breathe and he was dizzy. 
I gave him some medicine and he managed to go back to sleep, once he had calmed down.
 When the time came when I knew I could book an appointment, I sent a whatsapp message to the consultant paediatrician. She answered me immediately saying she wasn’t at work on that day but sent a list of medicines to give to him and to come in the next day to see her. 
I sent a whatsapp message to the pharmacy and the medicine was with me half an hour after. So efficient, it is amazing.
Milo rested and seemed more comfortable.
The next day, as we were about to go to the hospital for Milo, Max mentioned that his toe had swollen again and was painful. He had already seen a paediatric surgeon about the toe a fortnight before. So, I took both of them but to two different doctors.
Milo needed rest and medicine. Milo had a chat with the doctor who listened to him and took the time to speak directly to him rather than to me. This doctor was laughing as Milo kept putting up his hand to speak. There was no seriousness just sensible advice and a good understanding of how to speak to children. She is a wonderful doctor.

 Max needed minor surgery !
I got Arjun to take Milo home while Max and I waited for the surgeon to get ready. He, again, is extremely nice and efficient. After examining Max and saying he needed to do a little incision work etc, he took us to a room and said.
“ Do not leave this room as we need to reserve it”. 

The surgical instruments needed sterilising and he was worried that another doctor would go in the room and he would lose his spot in the queue. He was going on holiday after seeing to Max so he wanted to be quick.
He then went to see another patient as we reserved the room.
Max sat patiently on the bed and I stood in the corner, looking at the blood splats on the wall behind Max and around the bin.
The surgeon came back as the sterilised instruments appeared along with a rather young looking, and nervous, nurse.
The surgeon said to Max that if it became too painful he could inject him with painkiller but if he could manage without it would be better for him.
The surgeon told the nurse what he needed.


Oh my goodness me! That man had the patience of a saint with that nurse. 
“Please give me the scalpel “
No movement from the nurse
“Please give me the scalpel”
No reaction, just her big brown eyes staring at him.
He did this about 5 times before she did anything.

This went on for each stage of the procedure and I seriously considered asking him if he wanted me to help him. But each time he persisted until she found the correct thing he wanted. She calmed down and managed to listen to him. 
Max was really good and only grimaced once and he managed without the painkiller. I was pleased that the doctor put on the bandage as I wasn’t sure that the nurse would be able to do it.
The doctor had a wonderful sense of humour and took his time to speak to Max. He really was a lovely man.

Milo

I think every family has their rebel amongst them and Milo is our rebel. There was a festival day so there was no school. Milo was banned from going on his screens and so his friend came round to play and I kicked them outside.
Now as you know, we sit on the terrace which is upstairs and Milo decided to play downstairs in the front. There is a tap and a hose pipe and we could hear them playing with the water on and off. What we didn’t realise was that the bright orange soil was involved as well. 
After his friend had left, we went downstairs only to find the garage area and Arjun’s car covered in the staining mud. Firmly, we told Milo that he had to wash everything away. We left him to it. We decided to take Andy for a walk and, as we came out, there was Milo with a bucket of water and one of those scourer’s that has sponge on one side and harsh plastic on the other. He was washing Arjun’s car with it! That was all we needed, a car that looked it had been decorated with a spiro graph set. Arjun washes and polishes that car, lovingly, every day. We virtually tiptoed to the car to check that it was not damaged and scratched but Milo reassured us that he knew the difference between the two sides. I am pleased he does not need a chart too.





Vaccinations


The covid vaccinations have just started in India but they are viewed with more distrust and suspicion than in the UK. There have been reports in the papers where medical staff are not sure either about having the vaccine. This does not help the ordinary people with making decisions. Rumours are beginning to spread. Unfortunately, one person died after having their vaccine, although it is not certain that it was linked to the vaccine. But this has made people uncertain about having it. Added to this there is another rumour that people must not eat chicken for a few days when having had the vaccine as this is dangerous ?? I am not sure about the roll out f the vaccine for ordinary people yet.


Andy


He is on a training incentive program using treats, the rascal is trying to greet people and other dogs too enthusiastically. He needs a bit of distraction. He will do anything for food and then learns very quickly. Andy is so strong that when the vet came the other day to give him a jab, he literally dragged me the length of the downstairs terrace on my knees. He proceeded to panic ( Andy, not the vet) and scratched both my arms as he jumped up making them bleed. 
The vet took control of Andy and order was restored.
Andy loves going to the farm and gets so excited. He is not yet ready to be let off his lead as there are too many smells but he has an extender lead.
His latest activity is jumping in the blow up paddling pool. We have put the old one in the garden for him and he loves it.


















Sunday, 29 November 2020

November 



Diwali (In Bangalore they say Deepavali not Diwali.)

Diwali is always a bright and exciting time of the year. It is the equivalent of Christmas and especially important. People put the most beautiful lights up around their houses and gardens. They draw rangoli patterns on the entrance floor and fill them with coloured flower petals (although this is done at other times not just for Diwali). Also, divya lamps are lit and put outside in the porch too. It is very pretty and welcoming. It is to guide Sita home (from the Rama and Sita story) after being kidnapped so light triumphs over darkness. Gifts and sweets are given to friends, family, and workers in celebration.

We had been on a trip to the local bakery to buy traditional cakes /sweets for Arjun and Mala, the gardener (I still don't know his name - he speaks no English nor Hindi, only Kannada, and when Mala isn't there, I have to use sign language and guess-work with him). 

We went in this smart bakery and had absolutely no idea of what any of the sweets were. There were trays and trays of elaborate pastries made with nuts, silver leaf, something that looked like marzipan, coconut, all sorts of unrecognisable ingredients that we did not know. they are behind glass display units ready to be selected and put into fancy boxes. There is no real equivalent in the UK. After standing  wondering what we should buy  and realising that we had no idea what to choose, we noticed some pretty made up boxes all on a shelf . A man approached us and we pointed at the boxes and said " we'll have that one that one and that one..."  All sorted. 

Of course, for Diwali there is special big meal too on the local  Diwali day  (different regions have different days) and people wear their best clothes and give gifts and sweets.

We were invited to Sheetal and Mathias's house to celebrate Diwali and it was wonderful.

Andrew, Milo and Max took about 10 minutes to get ready by putting on their kurtas. I was wearing my sari and it took a lot longer, much longer. I have a stitched saree which is supposed to be easier to put on. Basically the 5 metre piece of cloth is made into a skirt with a petty coat stitched inside and then you have to wrap and pin the spare bit (pallu) on the shoulder of your blouse and the pallu goes over your shoulder and down your back. A piece of material at the end of the saree was made into a blouse. 

How Indian ladies wear these every day without melting I'll never know. I was so hot and bothered I had to stand in front of the fan to put it on. All I had to do was tie it up and pin the pallu. But somehow I had it trailing behind me and Andrew said I was sweeping the floor with it. I then had to put on my jewellery which consisted of ankle bracelets, earrings, necklace, toe rings ( I am a married woman although I don't have any arm bracelets and I need to get some) Regardless of whether my saree was right, we set off so that we wouldn't be late. 

Sheetal and Mathias' house is not very far, but by the time I got there my blouse had started to come undone as I hadn't fastened it properly, I didn't have a spare hand to hold on to it as I was carrying some gifts, the spare bit was flapping everywhere and I had to keep hold of it over my arm and I was wearing stupid sandals that were hard to walk in. Adding to this drama, I was trailing behind the boys because I couldn't take a big stride as my legs were restricted by the tight material. I had to take small steps.

I was not a vision of graceful elegance to say the least. 

On entry and after the welcoming pleasantries, Sheetal got to work sorting out what I had done wrong. Apparently, the pleat in the skirt has to be in the front and in the middle and I had it to the side and round the back and that was why I had too much material dangling down. I also had not pleated the bit that goes over your shoulder  (pallu) ready to pin it. I'm so pleased it wasn't the full 5 metre sari or I would still be there trying to work it out. I think I'll stick to just the one sari as I don't envisage wearing one too often. I prefer my Indian dresses that are free flowing and cool but at least I had Sheetal to help me.

Once I was properly dressed and all pins and ties were secure and I was not going to reveal anything I shouldn't, we went to have our food that Sheetal had prepared. We sat on their terrace and it was so pleasant. 




Traditional meals are eaten from a banana leaf as a range of foods are placed on the leaf, not touching each other. The lady of the house always serves everybody first and would wait until everyone was finished eating before having food themselves, although modern Indian ladies serve others but then sit down themselves to eat. 













(There was a newspaper article recently where it said that in a lot of rural villages the women were suffering from malnutrition as often there was little food left for them when everyone else had had their food first and not left enough for them to eat. There was a campaign to get men to realise that the women needed to eat well).

After our lovely meal we played some board games and then we set off for a walk to look at all the lights outside the houses and to glimpse any fireworks that might be on show. This year the Indian government had asked for restraint due to the Covid situation so it wasn't as spectacular as last year when the fireworks went on continuously for 4 hours, but we still saw some beautiful displays.

We took the dogs. Zaraa (Sheetal's dog) is Andy's girlfriend. She is a couple of weeks older than Andy. Both of them were not bothered by all the noise, so we kept walking with them to help with their confidence.

By the time we left our friends we had been out of the house for 8 hours. The time really does fly.


The Gardener 

Is hard work... he's very good at sweeping leaves, smiling a lot, chatting up Mala and moving pots, but he really doesn't have a clue about how to pot plants or do any actual gardening, he can't even cut the grass properly preferring to use a pair of shears instead of the lawn mower. He likes to hand pluck the weeds too.

Andrew and I went to the garden centre to buy some more plants for the terrace on the Monday after Diwali. We bought some compost too (good stuff). In the back garden we also have some ordinary soil in bags but this sets rock solid when in the pots so it has to be mixed or the plant becomes wedged in and then the water can't get through to the roots. It's difficult to get the plant out of the pot again too. I had some herbs to plant and to put on the terrace too. We have some herbs outside by the kitchen but the water used on these is the run off recycled water and I'm not so sure about its safety as it really smells sometimes. So, I thought it would be better to have the herbs on the terrace where I can water with the "safe" water from inside the house. Now, Mala is not happy with this arrangement as it means she has to walk all the way up the stairs to pick what she needs! She has moved the herb pots downstairs several times, but I have out my foot down on this one. They stay on the terrace.



When we got back from the garden centre, I set about potting the plants up and I had a happy relaxing time positioning the plants as I listened to the radio but I ran out of time to finish them all.  The next day the gardener came and Mala, who had been away for Diwali and had returned, was horrified that I was trying to pot the plants myself and she  made a big fuss about  how it was the gardener's job and that I would get "tired " doing manual work. There is this preconceived idea that the lady of the house cannot do anything, or they will become exhausted, it's like something out of a Victorian novel. Stupidly, I gave in and said he (and Mala ) could sort the pots.

Never again!

First of all, Mala attempted to put down one of the clean  white bed sheets to protect the terrace. I managed to point out that the red heavy sticky soil would stain a white sheet and that we had plenty of newspaper or rough material that they could use. Please do not use the bed linen... It is this lack of joined of thinking that worries me at times. Why would you use something that could be spoilt?

Anyway, they then set about planting the pots. There were two bags, one compost, one soil ready to mix together and I explained this to them and why. "yes madam, we know" was the response.

Milo then called me, so I went to help him with his school work. After that, I had to get lunch ready for the boys.

Not long afterwards, I saw the gardener leave. I went to the terrace and looked at the pots on the far end of the terrace  where there is no roof but it had started raining and the floor is slippery when it rains, so I didn't look closely. As it was raining, I came to the opinion that it would be good for the newly potted plants so I went back inside to do other things. The rain continued, so that was it for the day.

The next day the rain had stopped and I went back to check the pots and noticed that the bag of compost was still there almost intact. 

The 'yes madam' had been a meaningless answer. All 12 pots had plants wedged in their pots. 

So, muttering some very rude words, I set about redoing all the pots and mixing the compost in. As I tipped out the soil (or dug out the soil, I should say) I found stones the size of my hands in the soil. I have no idea where they had come from. By now I was surrounded by the red soil and it was on the floor, the chair, the air conditioning unit, on the wall, everywhere . It is sticky stuff and hard to get off and control, it seems to spread by itself.

Mala came up and saw what I was doing. I asked her why they had not added in the compost and she said they put in a handful into each pot so that there was no wasting. Compost is expensive according to Mala ( its £2 for a big bag, ) and they had put in stones to make the soil go further. I pointed out that I had said to put in the compost and now I had to do everything again or the plants would not grow. Please listen next time as there was a reason for the compost. 

Well that was it, she was in such a huff,  she stomped downstairs to fetch the mop and set about cleaning up the soil. But it was like going around in a circle and never ending, the more she added water the more it spread. So, she stomped downstairs again to throw the hose up to me. Hosing was more successful, and we eventually managed to wash all of the soil down the drain on the terrace. All the moping and swilling had managed to calm Mala down.

I moved the pots myself and put them in position. I have said to Mala they are both banned from touching them, watering them or anything to do with the pots. The herbs are not to be moved under any circumstance. Meanwhile I will try to find out the gardener’s name .


Andy had a new collar given to him from his original owner for Diwali . It is very smart with his name in diamonds. He is only allowed to wear it when he needs to look posh otherwise it would be covered in mud.

Savi Mango Farm

We decided to go with some friends to Savi farms again. We had to cancel the trip  with this group of friends the first time we had arranged it, due to some of us having to quarantine for a couple of weeks but we managed to go last weekend. The week that we were due to go the Farm put a post on Facebook that a leopard had been spotted near the farm. We were so excited but decided that it was not a good idea to tell Milo because he is rather nervous of all the wild animals in India. 

We got there early on Saturday, just in time for breakfast and then it was straight out to go for a walk before it got too hot. We hopped on the tractor and trailer and went to look at the crops in the field. We went to the farm a couple of months ago and radishes were in the field. But now the potatoes were well established and nearly ready to harvest. I'm sure Meena said that they worked on a three month crop rotation. In the hedgerow there were some pea looking flowers and Meena said that they were split peas or lentils. I never knew that they grew just like peas. We opened some pods and ate them raw. They were not as sweet as ' 'peas" but had a nice taste. Apparently, the lentils are taken out of the pods and laid to dry in the sun then the farmers crush the dried product to remove the husk. (lazy farmers drive their tractors over the top of them) You can learn something new every day here in India!

Then, we went we got back in the tractor and went along the track and stopped ready to go for another walk near the lake. Now, this meant walking in single file and the boys and Andrew had been joking about that the person with any weakness would be targeted by the leopard and gobbled up and that I would be the one to be eaten due to my dodgy hip. (added to that I had sprained my ankle tripping over the sprinkler pipe in Palm Meadows when Andy had tried to chase a cat, so I had double injuries) As I tend to gaze around at the rocks and plants, I suddenly realised that I was at the back and the others were quite far ahead. Bad hip or not, I managed to quite speedily catch up  with the line, overtake and get in the middle! But we didn't manage to see the leopard. We did manage to see a very long snake skin that belonged to a Cobra along the path where we were walking. We had a good look and then we all returned intact to the farm. 

We had a leisurely lunch and then spent  a relaxing  couple of hours sitting in the sun, before some of our party set off on another hike. I was advised that my dodgy hip wouldn't make it and that it might be tricky for Andy, so Milo, Andy and I stayed at the farm with JD and Michael.



















The others had a scenic trek up a mountain that was quite steep to watch the sun go down. It was beautiful but then they had to go down in the fading light. It got so dark that they had to use their mobile phone torches to help see the way between the rocks, watching out for snakes, leopards and other creepy crawlies. At one point they had to slide on their derrieres as it was so steep and slippery. ( Later, it was quite funny because both Max and Andrew asked if all the spikes had gone from their bottoms – they looked like they had sat on a cactus like they used to do in cartoons.) They got back about 7pm and were all rather quiet as they were so tired and traumatised…

A lovely bright temple close to teh top


The Boys and Hosts 





View of the Micronclean Factory in the distance


After recovering and having removed all the spikes, we had our evening dinner and then we sat outside by a camp fire. The owners of the farm had to go to their homes in Bangalore and reminded us that we were on our own and to shut the entrance door before we all retired. 

It was lovely sitting outside under the stars as the sky was clear. This meant that we had to actually put on a jumper to keep warm. 



  


 

 We did let the boys sit with us in the end. The ladies thought that they would prefer to be on their own table, but they are both so nosey and want to join in with our conversations.

    

   The Cobra snake skin

 


  The split pea ( lentils ) in their pods


  Potatoes





  This was so steep!

 

 Dusshera

I’ve put the festivals the wrong way round on here but I had forgotten about the festival before Diwali. That one is Dusshera. It is linked to Diwali but I get very confused about the facts of the story, but this is another public holiday and a Pooja is performed. 

Basically a person who is from the Brahmin caste (the priest caste, I think) performs a Pooja. It is a bit complicated so here is some information that is more accurate than my interpretation.

https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/life-style/events/dussehra-2020-date-times-puja-vidhi-shubh-mahurat-and-all-you-need-to-know/articleshow/78843305.cms 

It was a very important day at the factory. Arjun put a garland of flowers on the car ready for it to be blessed. (Although he has three cars to look after now!)








The cabinet was even carried from the office upstairs to be blessed..




 

 Hard Labour for the apprentice @ Micronclean

A couple of weeks ago Max had a Friday holiday from school, so he was invited to spend a day as an apprentice. We duly sorted him out with a works polo shirt and he started his day with a tour to see the progress and to meet all of the team. 

A little later in the morning was his time for a ‘proper’ science lesson, so over to the lab and a lesson with Meghana the Microbiologist. They managed to look at some water samples under the microscopes and also some DNA from a sample. Very interesting and something for him to remember and maybe recall when school science lesson return some time post Covid.  



After earning his lunch he was then allowed to tuck in to the reasonably spicy Indian food at the works canteen. It seemed like he enjoyed as he went up for seconds too.



As part of his duties Max was also involved in handing out some little Diwali gifts to the employees. It’s certainly a different way to spend a day of holiday, but it probably prevented him sitting for too many hours on the Xbox shooting at virtual random people!








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