I had a little break yesterday morning and drove my sister to the airport at 6.45 to catch her flight back to Delhi. She is finding India trying. The local staff are anxious to whip up her enthusiasm by taking her on a white water rafting team building trip for the rest of the week. I am looking forward to my debrief when she’s back within mobile phone coverage but I can’t feel that diarrhoea and white water rafting is a great combination. But her address contains the words “posh enclave”, can it be all bad?
I have for some time harboured the ambition of going to Easter Sunday mass with my family so between 8.00 and 10.45, Mr. Waffle and I herded the children out the door. Only two of them screamed incessantly during this period. When we got to mass, the Princess whispered to me “Can we go and see the statue of sick Jesus?” Off we went. She looked at the pieta and said “but he’s still sick”. I had to explain that the likeness was taken while he was sick but that he was better now. The Princess is experiencing some confusion of ideas about Easter, so she said “And now that he is better and Lent is over, he can eat all the chocolates he likes”.
And in other news, I am somewhat behind in my reading which is why I missed Beth’s kind words about my blog. Kind, good Beth. I would reciprocate and say nice things about her blog but then you would go away and read it and never come back to me. Though I will say that the Easter snap of her little girl is rather gorgeous.
