Well it's the middle of another week here in Bangalore so I thought I'd fill you in with the latest update.
So the weekend just gone was the first weekend that Simone wasn't on-call either saturday or sunday... hurrah. Of course we were both in work on saturday-that goes without saying, but saturday night and sunday off.... bliss.
On friday Simone told me he was taking me away on saturday after work and so I was to pack a bag that included swimwear.... At this point I knew it was gonna be a great weekend. So on saturday I went on to work..... hallelujah NO CASES in the cath lab and NO CASES in Simone's theatre..... so we finished work at 10 am... not bad really.
It is so strange as well how you just get used to whatever you have to do. At first I was SO horrified at the thought of having only one day a week off, but mentally you have to adjust, and now a friday is like any other day midweek.....
Having said this.... I am well aware that in the UK the weekend consists of 2 whole days, so don't be getting any silly ideas that I might work saturdays/more than 3 days a week when we (hopefully) come back to the UK... Mentally, I could not adjust to that.
Back to the weekend........
So Simone told me we were heading to a 5* spa hotel in central Bangalore for the night. :)
"Shall we take a cab there" Asks Simone
"No no we can take the bus" I replied..... after all we take the bus all the time in to Bangalore, and despite Simone's extravagance at the planned weekend, we do actually earn an Indian wage- nothing, so I felt there was no need to take a cab there.......... Oh how I regretted this dearly.........
So we boarded the bus and took a pew. We were sat on the right hand side of the bus.... I have no idea why, because I ALWAYS sit on the left hand side, but someone must have been looking down on me...
Anyways, about 15 minutes in to our journey (which would take around one hour) the bus conductor was looking behind us, and so was everyone else
'Oh my God there's a snake' was all I could think..... 'why on Earth is everyone looking back there'
Ah ok, we then realised...... a lady had been sick and it was running down the bus (on the left hand side). But it was just like water, wasn't offensive smelling or anything.
So someone she was with removed their outer shirt and cleaned it up, and the lady moved and sat near to the door, on the floor.
The bus conductors face was a picture, I wish I could describe it to you, but I really can't.
So we carry on and the lady is sat by the door, with her husband.
About 15 minutes later she starts again..... but don't worry, she has a newspaper, and so is vomitting in to that.... next stop... doors open..... out goes the newspaper.... sorted.
At this point her husband isn't looking too great. 5 minutes later.......... REALLY loud retching noises.... her husband AND her are being sick all over the mat by the door.....
'oh God I feel sick'
"Think of something else" says Simone
yeah..... that's easy done.
Well I can tell you now that I will NEVER again in my life eat a chicken korma from Zeera in Mile End.... cause that is EXACTLY what she threw up all over the bus..... illuminous yellow.
"Well that's what you get when you eat shit for breakfast" was the very wise comment that came from Simone.... and it's true. They think we are strange because we eat toast (btw my lies are becoming more embellished- I now often eat scrambled eggs for breakfast). THEY are strange for eating spicy shite first thing in the morning.... and then relieving themselves of it on the bloody bus. FFS.
Well they had had their chance, the bus conductor literally kicked them off the bus.... and we carried on, to our destination, looking at their breakfast....
All I could think of was my friend Karen Cross, who often refers to the late train home as 'the vomit comit'...... well I can tell you Karen Cross, I have ridden on the true vomit comit.... and it's not nice.
So our fabulous weekend got off to a shaky start, but eventually it was a lovely as expected. We lay out by the pool all day sunday and I really felt like I was a million miles away from my life on a faraway holiday... but I was only up the road.. Oh the joys of living in a hot country :)
Apart from that I have little else to report.
Except, last night we ate pasta.... with tomato juice... and I'll give him his dues... it tasted like passata.......... FINALLY. Although he did say as he was cooking it
"It's really runny"
"It's tomato juice- of course it's runny" ffs
I told him to add some ketchup to it, make it thicker. He didn't.
Anyways, it's not authentic, but it'll do for now.....
Oh and one more thing I really really really miss yoga :( If there's one thing I could take from London and bring it here, it would be my yoga class.
Namaste
So the weekend just gone was the first weekend that Simone wasn't on-call either saturday or sunday... hurrah. Of course we were both in work on saturday-that goes without saying, but saturday night and sunday off.... bliss.
On friday Simone told me he was taking me away on saturday after work and so I was to pack a bag that included swimwear.... At this point I knew it was gonna be a great weekend. So on saturday I went on to work..... hallelujah NO CASES in the cath lab and NO CASES in Simone's theatre..... so we finished work at 10 am... not bad really.
It is so strange as well how you just get used to whatever you have to do. At first I was SO horrified at the thought of having only one day a week off, but mentally you have to adjust, and now a friday is like any other day midweek.....
Having said this.... I am well aware that in the UK the weekend consists of 2 whole days, so don't be getting any silly ideas that I might work saturdays/more than 3 days a week when we (hopefully) come back to the UK... Mentally, I could not adjust to that.
Back to the weekend........
So Simone told me we were heading to a 5* spa hotel in central Bangalore for the night. :)
"Shall we take a cab there" Asks Simone
"No no we can take the bus" I replied..... after all we take the bus all the time in to Bangalore, and despite Simone's extravagance at the planned weekend, we do actually earn an Indian wage- nothing, so I felt there was no need to take a cab there.......... Oh how I regretted this dearly.........
So we boarded the bus and took a pew. We were sat on the right hand side of the bus.... I have no idea why, because I ALWAYS sit on the left hand side, but someone must have been looking down on me...
Anyways, about 15 minutes in to our journey (which would take around one hour) the bus conductor was looking behind us, and so was everyone else
'Oh my God there's a snake' was all I could think..... 'why on Earth is everyone looking back there'
Ah ok, we then realised...... a lady had been sick and it was running down the bus (on the left hand side). But it was just like water, wasn't offensive smelling or anything.
So someone she was with removed their outer shirt and cleaned it up, and the lady moved and sat near to the door, on the floor.
The bus conductors face was a picture, I wish I could describe it to you, but I really can't.
So we carry on and the lady is sat by the door, with her husband.
About 15 minutes later she starts again..... but don't worry, she has a newspaper, and so is vomitting in to that.... next stop... doors open..... out goes the newspaper.... sorted.
At this point her husband isn't looking too great. 5 minutes later.......... REALLY loud retching noises.... her husband AND her are being sick all over the mat by the door.....
'oh God I feel sick'
"Think of something else" says Simone
yeah..... that's easy done.
Well I can tell you now that I will NEVER again in my life eat a chicken korma from Zeera in Mile End.... cause that is EXACTLY what she threw up all over the bus..... illuminous yellow.
"Well that's what you get when you eat shit for breakfast" was the very wise comment that came from Simone.... and it's true. They think we are strange because we eat toast (btw my lies are becoming more embellished- I now often eat scrambled eggs for breakfast). THEY are strange for eating spicy shite first thing in the morning.... and then relieving themselves of it on the bloody bus. FFS.
Well they had had their chance, the bus conductor literally kicked them off the bus.... and we carried on, to our destination, looking at their breakfast....
All I could think of was my friend Karen Cross, who often refers to the late train home as 'the vomit comit'...... well I can tell you Karen Cross, I have ridden on the true vomit comit.... and it's not nice.
So our fabulous weekend got off to a shaky start, but eventually it was a lovely as expected. We lay out by the pool all day sunday and I really felt like I was a million miles away from my life on a faraway holiday... but I was only up the road.. Oh the joys of living in a hot country :)
Apart from that I have little else to report.
Except, last night we ate pasta.... with tomato juice... and I'll give him his dues... it tasted like passata.......... FINALLY. Although he did say as he was cooking it
"It's really runny"
"It's tomato juice- of course it's runny" ffs
I told him to add some ketchup to it, make it thicker. He didn't.
Anyways, it's not authentic, but it'll do for now.....
Oh and one more thing I really really really miss yoga :( If there's one thing I could take from London and bring it here, it would be my yoga class.
Namaste
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