Home Alone

So I am home alone as I have thrown my toys out of the pram.  This company is a pile of shite.  After the debacle of yesterday I was optimistic that today was going to be better. Wrong! We went to an orphanage, only to arrive to find out that there were no kids there??  Apparently they all go to school and don’t need any help.  At this point I very nearly floored our coordinator.  

They then sent me to do a sports programme with the boys but this was shit too as I can’t play football (or volley ball, or in fact anything where a ball is required).  I told them what a shower of shite I thought their company was and tuk tuk’d myself out of there.  I am writing a letter of complaint to get my money back.   I will then set off to travel India and hopefully get set up with a proper charity.  Surely someone in India needs a bit of Breed help.

On the plus side I have yet to be ill.  I appreciate it’s only day 4 but I am trying to look on the bright side of things.  I am Indianising myself by eating with my hand.  It feels proper weird but oddly liberating.  I have yet to start wiping my arse with the other hand though (it’s probably only a matter of time).  They have little arse showers next to the toilet so that you can clean your hand afterwards.  Little James didn’t realise and showered himself with it.  He must have thought that Indians are all really tiny.  Bless his little heart.