Final

The rickshaw driver recognised me, so he knew where I wanted to go (same time, same place) and he must have been pleased with the 30 rupees I gave him yesterday as a fare.

The Willow Warriors had a fairly easy win, and then played a management team into which I was co-opted! Only touched the ball twice, both fielding, as we beat them. Don't look so surprised - they had just played a final and they reversed their batting line up and gave some other bowlers a chance. This is their lap of honour - to nobody, they had to put the stumps back for the next game also.

So then it was time for pool volley - but we had to have a pint in the Bounty first - I tried to resist as I knew what this would lead to, but to no avail, my lift dropped me a the door, despite me insisting I could face off the mgmt the driver could not. So the inevitable happened - my first lunchtime sesh.

Then went birhtday present shopping which was not so good for the shop assistants with me ranting and raving about everything being americanised and not indian, and the lack of small size t-shirts. They just don't have any. After I had been a little over agressive the poor lad managed to produce one - it was the worst t shirt ever or rather, I didn't like it. I'm not giving my nephew that.

Apparently my history of india for children book for the last birthday went down well with my sis reporting that she has been forced to read it as a bedtime story. I can imagine - "Once upon a time there was a man called Clive, and he went to Calcutta and threw all these locals in a black hole".

Oh well, better not give any secrets away, in case anyone is reading - shoudl arrive Weds. And if my sis in law is reading, I didn't forget, at least not until the day, and, um, well, ,.......

So no pool volley today.

I fell asleep watching the F1. They have tv channels here that just show adverts - companies hire them for an hour at a time. When the power goes off it reverts to this channel. So I woke up and wondered why the same two paint adverts kept repeating, until I regained enough consciousness to hit the button. Mark Webber was shaking at the end, in anticipation of the row he was about to have with his teammate, the one who nearly overtook him when he was in the lead, except they crashed.