Meant to say, good news that Nepal has evaded anarchy by a whisker. The deadline for agreeing the constitution was midnight on friday; apparently at 11.45 they agreed to extending the deadline by a year, so long as the PM (Mr Nepal) resigned, which he did. There's been the odd roadside bomb since, but luckily no large-scale uprising, which is good, no?

catholic night in

This evening I'm having a taste of what it's like to be a good catholic...I have six kids asleep upstairs, between the ages of four and eight. It's gone 9pm now, and it's nice and quiet, so I think it's safe to pour my second G&T and maybe raid the chocolate coated strawberries and put on a DVD that Hubby wouldn't want to watch (last night I watched Coco before Chanel, which should have been good, and it was, but the really dreadful subtitles were off-putting, to say the least. Hey, I gave up French after O'levels, but even I could work out that what was being said on screen was not what was appearing in the text, eg. 'It say monkey but I not want', and so forth. But what can you expect from a pirate copy that cost less than 40p?). I have a DVD I haven't watched yet where Colin Firth plays a gay man, but he was gay in Mama Mia too, and I don't like it. He might be getting on a bit, but so am I, and I much prefer my male totty to be heterosexual. Ooh, I have just found an English one called Fish Tank. Looks a bit gritty (there are hoodies and high rise flats on the cover), but at least I can be fairly certain that nobody will be moved to remark 'It say monkey but I not want' at any point.

Well, gin and chocolate call. TTFN x

...because, late in the afternoon (about the time when you could knock off early from work but still get home in time for supper), it's always full of middle-aged nepali men, looking shifty and handing over wads of cash. Moreover, Hubby's friend R (Nepali) says that the area around the British School is apparently notorious for prostitution - although Nepalis are far more discreet than us westerners, so there's no hanging about on corners in mini skirts, or cars with steamed-up windows gently rocking (listen, I know what it's like to live in a red light district - where do you think the cheapest student rental houses were at uni?).

So, anyway, I'm deeply suspicious. And the poor old masseurs all look worn out these days, which adds fuel to the flames of my suspicions. You're not telling me they're that exhausted from the odd facial or pedicure.

So, apart from that bit of goss, anything else?

Hubby has just gone sailing.

Twin 2 has got into the habit of giving me really long hard kisses and telling me that I'm Prince Charming, which is a bit odd, but is probably just because I'm the only person who doesn't run away from her kisses.

Twin 1 hasn't felt the need to bite anyone again recently, so that's good.

erm...

that's it.

I have reason to believe that the spa I go to doubles up as a knocking shop...I will tell you all about it in a minute, but right now I have to say goodnight to a mermaid and a pirate...

Gary is barking, Son is reading Asterix, Twins are playing mermaids in the bath and all is well with the world (unless you are Sarah Fergusson, or you live in Afghanistan or...yes, come to think of it, that was a ridiculous comment to make. Things aren't even all well here, really. The constitution is supposed to have been written by Friday, but it won't be, so the Maoists may well kick off again. School has decided to turn Friday into the start of half-term, so the kids will be off anyway. And it's Buddha's birthday on Thursday - or another day if you live in India, I think he's like the Queen and has more than one - wonder what he would make of it all? And thinking of Buddhism, and reincarnation, what do you think Sarah Fergusson will be reincarnated as?).

The only teeny tiny fly in my ointment at the moment is that we have just finished the Mad Men box set, so now we will have to go back to watching scary Dexter instead. This probably a good thing as Hubby and I were slowly morphing into Don and Betty (although I drew the line at cupcake-making and chain-smoking, and Hubby wasn't entirely convinced he was ready for a steamy affair with one of the kid's teachers).

Have to go now as laptop needed for important screening of Cinderella 2!

sorry I haven't been in touch for ages - power lead for laptop got blown up in thunderstorm last week!

luddite

Just tried to add a hit counter, but instead I seem to have added an advert for serviced apartments in Sydney...not quite sure how that happened?

A career in IT doesn't beckon, at all, in fact, I think it shoos me away with a big frown on its sensible-career face.

Sorry about that (unless you are interested in a serviced apartment in Sydney, in which case, you're welcome!).