Hubby is ill. He is being very secretive about it though; he says he won't tell me what's the matter as I will just instantly produce copycat symptoms. He seems to think that whenever he contracts some kind of disease I exhibit some kind of Munchausen-ish desire to follow suit. Think I might have to get the doctor to explain the rudiments of infection to him. Or better still, ask Son, who is six, but understands that if you are in close proximity to someone who is ill, you are quite likely to catch some of their germs. Anyway, I noticed a box of Dequadin on his bedside table earlier, so I think it's just a poxy sore throat, and not typhoid, as I was beginning to suspect (someone else's husband has typhoid at the moment. I thought we were vaccinated against it, but turns out the vaccine is only sixty per cent effective; so going by things purely statistically, at least two of our family could catch it...look forward to that).

It might not be genuine illness, anyway, it might be a curse placed on him by Dinesh, our hapless driver. Or rather our hapless ex-driver, as he is now. He is a lovely man, but ultimately his air of smiling ineptitude pushed Hubby over the edge. Our new driver, Kumar, should start in the morning, although he seems to be uncontactable at the moment, so he may not turn up, and then we'd be driver-less, which,  some might contend, would serve us jolly well right.

I wanted to tell you all about the pack of dogs that has colonised the roundabout near us. Not the nice green bit in the middle of the roundabout, with shrubs and trees, you understand. No, the actual bit of road with a million cars and bikes screeching round. Initially there was just one dog, who used to sleep there occasionally. Evidently his mates cottoned on, and a few days later there were four of them. Then, when we went out on Saturday, there were at least a dozen, and they weren't sleeping, they were having a full-on swingers party (don't think they bothered with the car keys on the coffee table thing). Dogging in its purest form. Perhaps the petrol fumes and odd prang from a passing tuk-tuk heightened the experience. But now they've gone. And I'm a bit sad about it. I quite liked the idea of canines reclaiming the streets. If they joined forces with the cows and the temple monkeys they'd really be onto something, and the roads would be practically impassable.

There were some other things I wanted to tell you about, but I can't remember them now. Will write soon x