The Brexit storm has struck, and I do feel some pity for Theresa May, despite her own hand in her misery. Also some admiration for her ability to keep going, like the Black Knight, even though I wish she’d just done the sensible thing and called off the whole business and let the Brexiteer loons swivel their eyes till they fell out. (Not that it would be so simple, and it is not a tiger I would care to ride).
Yesterday was our final full day in Kathmandu, this afternoon we fly to Bangkok. It was supposed to be this morning but the Gentleman Friend, who did the bookings, received and email informing him of the flight change and asking if he consented, Y/N. What a stupid question.
An acquaintance from India has asked me to translate, or transcribe, a poem he has written from Hindi into Urdu to pass onto his Pakistani love interest. Good practice for me. It is a shame we don’t learn the Hindi script at school in Pakistan, it’s fairly easy and would open up another world to us.