It's Wednesday and I've got that old feeling again. That's right, the stomach's gone on strike again. I can't work out what it was this time though. Jerry's mum sent Burri, rye and malt porridge for breakfast (after we'd already had our Wheat Flakes), then some 'pongal', then some horrible sour milk stuff called 'lassi'.
C. had some of everything except for the lassi, which is what I blame. Anyway, my appetite's gone right down the tube and I couldn't even finish my chicken-ina-tomato-and-basil-sauce-with-mashed-potatoes! So I'm not happy. It's attacked my throat, so as well as my stomach feeling really heavy I've got this choking feeling you get when you're about to cry.
My tongue's all weird too. I think it's this trying to speak clearly all the time. It's hindering my speech so that 's's sound really lisped and it won't work like I tell it to.
Other than that I'm fine, hunky-dory, especially as the Rev hasn't whicked us off to any Pongal celebrations. He's one of those Indians who says he'll do something with no intention of being true to his word. Oh yes, naturally you'll want to see as much of Indian culture as you can doing your stay.
Huh.
But there is good news! We went to speak to the correspondent about using one of the spare rooms for worship (it turns out Kumar had the keys all along). In the course of the conversation, I asked about my job and he said I could go and work on the new science block they're building at St Andrews! A surprise to say the least. Not that I know anything about it of course, but it should be fun to try.