I spoke too soon ....

I spoke too soon in my previous blog for today, anticipating that that would have been enough to occupy the day.

I've been working away on various aspects of the School's program and its marketing, waiting for Kerry and Fi to get home from Italy. They're now home safe and sound and being yapped about by the puppies. It was good to know that they are back and that, apart from the abject failure of most of Italy to put on a disability friendly face (like Pompei, which was Fi's greatest wish and therefore her greatest disappointment when she was able barely to get off the tour bus and no further) that they had a good and worthwhile time (including a blessing from Pope Benedict, as a part of a Papal audience). At the same time, the contact reminded me about how much distance separates the family.

And so I wandered out into the street comfortable in my mundu, to see if there was any chance of getting something to eat. I walked out onto MG (Mahatma Ghandi) Road as part of the procession and was doing well until I realised that, as I was hooking up one end of my mundu, the other was coming undone. It wasn't that much of a show, but I did share a conspiratorial smile and a shrug with an old guy who was leaning on his bike watching me with some amusement. I decided that there was nothing else for it but to return to the ChicKing and try again, which I did. I managed to get me and the meal back to the apartment without further mundu mishaps and now it's back to the computer and the internet.