Little R

It's been a rainy old day in Kathmandu, which is a good thing because it meant we didn't have to suffer the Saturday morning scrum at the swimming pool and that I could have a little 'power nap' whilst kids were watching Ice Age 3 (the power nap had absolutely nothing to do with the amount of white wine quaffed at Dwarika's last night, honest).
We made it out through a break in the clouds to a nearby cafe for lunch, but the short walk there was so exhausting (humidity, pot holes, puddles, almost no pavements, roads being dug up, nice stench of sewerage, someone arc welding on the only bit of pavement there was, etc.) that it was a relief to get home again. Ventured out a bit later on to do shopping and pick up pizza and Twins' little friend R who is here for a sleepover tonight, but then almost couldn't get shopping/pizza/kids back home again as there was an impromptu protest on the main road, and military police bunging in road blocks all over the place. I love it here, but living in the UK is a darn sight easier.
Little R lost her tooth whilst brushing her teeth just now. I said in my best Mary Poppins voice 'Ooh, how exciting, the Tooth Fairy will come!', whereupon Little R told the Twins that the Tooth Fairy is really your mum. No, no no, I wanted to shout, because even Son (who is now nine) still believes in the TF, and the Twins believe in everything. Good job Little R won't be around at Christmas time, as that would be the whole Santa Claus thing debunked once and for all.
Someone has kindly lent me Dexter season 5, so I'm looking forward to a few grisly murders in a bit.
Right, better go and be strict with sleepover kids...
Night then x