Back in Islamabad. In the morning we went to visit an uncle who lives very far away, in the new bits of Defence, and then back, a quick lunch and off to the Daewoo. It was an uneventful journey, enlivened only by a chicken patty of the classic sort you get in all Pakistani bakeries. Then back in Islamabad and a swift descent into bed as it’s going to be a tough couple of days. I should not, perhaps, have gone to Lahore as my deadline on Wednesday is terrifying me now.
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