I’m adjusting to the time difference (this weeks excuse for inability),

But it’s not easy ..

It’s the second morning I managed to drag myself up early for yoga, I’m waiting for the teacher at the gym with three other women when another male student walks in to speak to the women in Kannada. The local language.

Our gentle giant then leaves.

After a few minutes they get up to leave, and when I ask they tell me it’s cancelled.

I was obviously too pale and linguistically ignorant for him to tell me.

Later that morning is my next challenge.

Billet-Doux clambered through the hall (lounge) window, jumps down and drops the rat which scurries away. A gift?

Sowbaghya shrieks so she doesn’t like the surprise.

I tolerate the louder and louder squeaks coming from under the divan.

I have to take action with the help of a lathe stick .

…

But then Facebook brightens my day. The Donald —whilst destroying the US fabric — entertains.

PS in the middle of the night Bullet-Doux who’s supposed to be sleeping but she’s faffing around. Next I hear squeals and investigate under the bed.

The queen is eating a bat!

I can’t imagine what might happen next.