Dressing to Kill and Another 24 Hours

Exec Summary (just for Holger)
Got back, shopped, ate, chatted, slept, breakfasted, meeting, shopped, ran, blogged – back to normal?

Full Version
Arriving back in Bangalore after and extended flight back from the UK (extended 12 hours due to the aeronautical version of leaves on the line – fog at Heathrow) – the reorientation process kicks in pretty quickly. Reflecting after our first 24 hours back in India it went something like this.

1. Met at airport by our excited driver who seemed genuinely pleased to see us – but has taken the period away to grow a dodgy goatee
2. Home unpack – most importantly the new shears – so that our staff no longer resort to cutting the grass with scissors
3. Mrs Reiver accosts passing fruit/veg cart and buys up most of its contents including an as yet un-identified brown fruit with a leathery rough surface
4. Shower and rock gently for a bit on balcony swing – but dangerously soporific – so decide to go out to eat
5. Dinner at local Italian – keeps us going especially surprisingly good long island ice tea
6. Video conference with Mother in Law before bed – with sound output fed through amp and speaker system combined with Harmony acoustics - Mother in Laws Voice resonates (somewhat intimidatingly) through entire house
7. Collapse – sleep
8. Get up very early and feed Mrs Reiver with mashed Banana, tea and juice before dropping her off at Electronic city after braving the Hosur Road flyover roadworks. Note – several near death traffic experiences involving narrowing gaps between buses and lorries can be a quite effective cure for jet lag.
9. Spend 3 hours in a meeting advising on the business and operational aspects of setting up an NGO in Tajikistan – fortunately adrenalin kicks in sufficiently – just
10. Droop in car on way back – but manage to restore food supplies on way home so that we can play with Mrs Reivers new cheese slice and especially my new chefs outfit (it is not just my kids that can play dressing up!) later
11. Finish unpacking sustained by Radio 2 courtesy of th’internet
12. Rescue my trainers from the maid (who was about to put them still muddy from Wythenshawe Park into the washing machine) and re-acquaint myself with the streets of Indiranagar – the Dragon is on the move again – fuelled by Run DMC. Something vaguely satisfying about mixing the mud of Manchester with the dust of Bangalore.
13. Blog to the soundtrack of Ken Bruce and ‘Popmaster’

Normality resumed then – sort of – as they say in HHGTTG – ‘anything you can no longer cope with is your own problem’