Before the blogsphere rumour mill cartwheels out of control I need to let you know that the recent quiet window was down to a near fatally injured computer – this has now been resuscitated but is suffering some amnesia – I just hope my laptop doesn't take on the persona of that bloke from Memento which I watched on the plane back to India. Can computers get tattoos ??
Anyway back in Bangalore the highlight so far has been the smile on Mrs Reivers face when she was able to locate an old shower curtain to press into action for protecting the small balcony from the monsoonesque squalls. This will clearly be used as yet another justification for her 'Hoarders of the World Unite' campaign against ever throwing anything out as if she needs one!
I am settling (if that is the right word) back into my 'Trophy Husband' role – although the unkind question has been posed – if I was the trophy what was the second prize – some people honestly.
My TH day goes something like this:
0630 – Slip on my exotic tropical robe and prepare Mrs Rs orange juice and tea
0645 – Counsel Mrs R in the 'What Can I Possibly Wear Today' game
0700 – Make Mrs Rs brekkie
0715 – Find Mrs Rs shoes (the maid hides them somewhere new each day)
0720 – Wave off Mrs R then return to bed
0730 – Listen to midnight news on Radio 4 on internet
0800 – Read (at present Arthur and George, and Accordian Crimes with White War next in line)
0900 – Prepare myself for the day and pack gym bag
0930 – Try to slip out of the house without the driver or guard noticing (managed it this morning – sure makes you feel safe) and walk to gym
1000 – Through armed security and metal detectors into Gym in bowels on the Leela Hotel, greeted by 4 different flunkies en route
1015 – 1215 Sweat, grunt, drink lots of water, iced tea, watch strange daytime movies on the treadmill (ie From Hell), cope with the power cuts (lights go out and treadmill keeps going is interesting, as is it going pitch black when half way through final set on the bench press machine today)
1230 – 1430 Slip into my lounging clothes and go to pool, swim, lounge with the other refugees, read, avoid eating anything (they are having a laugh with their poolside prices)
1430 – Walk back to house and have daily conversation with Maid I (Hi Anandi – Hello Sir)
1500 – Light Facebook sparring and decide what to throw together for dinner
1530 – BR extreme cooking accompanied by yesterdays Front Row (R4) and another R4 from internet
1700 – Loiter on veranda in cane chairs aftermuch anti bug spraying, try to avoid brain going to mush by reading, online games, blogging, catch up Star Trek watching on lap top ….
1730 ish – Have daily conversation with Maid II (Going now Sir – Goodnight Anandi)
Sometime later – Telephonic therapy with Mrs Reiver about the injustices of her day
Between 30 and 90 minutes later – Mrs Reiver arrives home and domestic bliss ensues
But enough of this I have a veggie banquet to prepare for guests tonight so will have to park my trophyness on the shelf for today.
4 comments:
Your stress levels under control, then?! Your day sounds like extensive light pottering with moments of exercise. Well done, I say.
Here in TW11, where the opportunity for pottering is embraced, there is much international travel for Q8, some to delightful Africa, which is nice, but also Stuttgart, which isn't. Overall, though, my first 100 days with the new outfit score 9/10.
Alan Moorehead's African Trilogy is a good WW2 story about the desert war - Monty and Rommel and all that. Fascinating account of tank warfare in sand - not an easy medium for mortal combat.
Bank holiday here: sunny now but dark clouds looming. Muriel turns 50 on Monday so you might wish to raise a glass towards TW1 on the day.
I think I have finally worked out how to log on reliably - although I now am following you twice. Maybe that makes me a groupie?
Your lifestyle appears Zenlike and stress free. Sound great actually although I suspect that the pedestrian rage component you describe features higher than you claim... Have you thought about heading off with a backpack and using public transport to see the real India for a few weeks?
Work goes on here with the usual increasingly polarised highs and lows. Rife with expectation on serious cuts following recent CEO comments to analysts. Not a surprise given world at present. Doing my best to stay the right side of the line. Trust not impacting expats in Bangalore. Our now BA Gold card holding fat friend JPB jumped ship at the right moment, with Air miles and waistband both now growing rapidly.
Much more importantly am looking forward to fun turning 50 tomorrow (trust my card in post). Bought a 4th bike to prove I am not growing up and rode it round Richmond Park without getting off or collapsing to celebrate.
Started marking the milestone last weekend with a p1ss up on a canal barge. Photos here http://picasaweb.google.com/CarltonFlyer/Canal. Dinner planned later in month. Camping at Le Mans with 50 year old school friend in 50 year old car in June. Cannon EOS 50D on b'day list so more keekyness to follow. Aligned with my less cerebral reading habits where Terry Pratchett and Ian M Banks feature. Rather good in my opinion.
Anyway must polish bike again and then cut the grass. JPB stands first two rounds and Biltong next time at Builders after "Muriel" quip (if he is actually in the country long enough to get to the pub)...
SJM sorry missed the big 5-0 I was actually working for most of the day as a Rugby boy - it beckons for me later this year. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Not sure if you should celebrate as you have acted 50something since I met you so whats new?? Is polishing the bike sexual slang with which I am unfamiliar??
Summer schedule firming up and I may venture down to London last week July - anyone around??
I await with anticipation JPBs soon to be published travelogue of executive lounges around the world - working title 'q8ing for Godot'
Enough frivolity - I am late for the gym
Yours in trophyness
D
Am in Portoroz in Slovenia this morning - very nice little spot on the Adriatic. Travel book more likely to be called 'Q8ing for Merlot', particularly given the selection of vino packed in my case for the trip home tonight. Refosk - aka 'king of darkness' - a local red is something of a speciality.
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