We just got some terrible news! Ash has a week's Pongal leave and we will have to manage him the whole of next week. The playschool reopens only on 22nd. It is only those 3 hours daily when he is away that we regain our sanity. We could also rely on the school to make him eat his breakfast - so of late we had got bold enough to pack him 3 idlis/dosas/bread slices.The school just had a one week leave for xmas-new year.
Our office has gifted us women employees Tussar silk saris and the men 2 dhotis for Pongal. I got a "cow-dung green" sari. Last year's canary yellow Tussar still remains unopened. I have promptly given it to mom as she will make better use of it than me.
Mom is leaving on Sunday night.
I am reading Roald Dahl's Going Solo - about his days in East Africa. A colleague had lent a few books so that V can kill time. So I have Dahl's Boy and Orhan Pamuk's My Name is Red. But since V is busy coordinating with his office staff and minding the kids, the newspaper itself takes up his reading time.
p.s. The latest casualties at home include the kitchen half door (brought down by Mira), Ash's pen sketch on the wall in the hall, and a broken glass pane (while batting with a ladle).
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