Boom baby!
Back in Dubai. So very glad to be home.
Went for dinner to Ravi restaurant with two Swiss bankers from Geneva. Fun.
Tired now. Bit sick too. India does that to you. So off to bed I go. With The Complete Yes Prime Minister book. And some gunk titled mungo cream or something that I'm s'posed to use for the bug bites.
So till later, dahlings. But be rest assured, Wolfie is back. And no, I didn't get engaged or betrothed either.
8 comments:
I had no idea there was a "Yes Prime Minister" book! Where do I get one?!
it's only a matter of time till your husband from when you were 2 years old shows up at your doorstep all fobby looking like...
Hopefully he'll be a tall sindhi man with plenty of chest hair and lotsa gold chains.
What about knee-less, don't you want a nice knee-less of your own?
Wot's a knee-less? Is it the same as a Ni-less?
What do you call a Gujju guy with no knees? Ni-less.
Niless ko aur pakora do
And the conversation comes right back to food. Gujjus I tell you.
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