Last minute running around. Phone calls, faxes, wrapping of gifts, running out of gift paper. Stir in some heat and dust and sweat and a bit of bad mood, a bit of good mood, anticipation of the new, sadness at leaving behind people, parents, grandmother, friends, cat, my bed (that's one of the nice things about travelling - finding your way in the end, back to your own bed and look at me! Already thinking of how nice it will be to come back to my bed before I've even left it!)
Asha is lying fast asleep on the floor as I write. While we were having lunch earlier, I asked her if she would miss me when I was away, and whether she wouldn't cry and she gave one loud contemptuous snort. (Like "Ha! As if I haven't better things to do.")
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