They expected us to start working yesterday, can you believe it? And the bloke who had organised it, the so-called Correspondent had no intention of coming round to tell us where or what we would be doing! Politely but firmly we explained to the Rev. that we felt it would be better for us to rest for a day, and if the correspondent of the Schwartz Matriculation School¹ cared to indulge us with a timetable, then today would appear to be a good time. At least we've now got ourselves a bit of breathing space to prepare ourselves for the kids. If it's at all possible!

We had told the Rev. that we didn't eat very much, it was one of the first things we told him, after our experience with food in Madurai, but I reckon he took Kumar on one side and said,

You know they said that they didn't eat very much? Well forget all that, feed them more! Needless to say, I'm still loving (most of) the food to bits.

C.'s teaching Kumar poker dice at the moment – I'm glad I brought them, I just wish I hadn't lost my cheap cards at greenbelt festival in August. Kumar comes over quite a lot and we've got nothing for him to do, which is a good excuse for getting him out of the 'humble slave' mould.