With a new found skip in my step I went for a walk to a nice restaurant. Whilst at lunch Fish called me. I was telling him all the things that I miss. A bloody good bath is the thing that I miss most (obviously after friends and family). He figured it might be difficult to bring one of those out for me but said that he’ll pack away a couple of bottles of white wine for us to drink. I haven’t had wine since I arrived as it’s too bloody expensive. It will feel really decadent to be drinking wine. I would say that I’ll savour the experience but knowing me I’ll be shit faced after the first glass. I was excited about Fish’s arrival as it was, now I’m in fear of passing out with anticipation.
After lunch I went off to meet my new little mate to give him my English coins. He was very excited to see me and was really grateful for the money. As promised, in return he read my fortune. I figured he was going to read my palm (isn’t that how it normally works?). Instead he said he was going to read my face? After glaring at me for ages and stroking my cheeks a couple of times he concluded that I have a very lucky face and I will bring great joy to the world. Oh, and also I’ll get married next year. Let’s hope this one doesn’t cheat on me on the honeymoon too!
Aside from being as mad as a box of frogs, he was really sweet and his predictions made me giggle so it was £2 well spent. After leaving my nutty fortune teller I still had another 5 hours to kill before the bus (I seem to spend a third of my life waiting about for sodding transport). I went back to the guest house where landlord was celebrating Ganesh’s birthday. He invited me to join him and his family. He then gave me some sweets to eat, made of wheat. They were properly minging. I had to eat it though as all the family were watching me. It took about 3 minutes to swallow the bloody thing. He said it was a blessing and I was now blessed. What with the sweet and my big old lucky face, maybe things will start to get better?
After lunch I went off to meet my new little mate to give him my English coins. He was very excited to see me and was really grateful for the money. As promised, in return he read my fortune. I figured he was going to read my palm (isn’t that how it normally works?). Instead he said he was going to read my face? After glaring at me for ages and stroking my cheeks a couple of times he concluded that I have a very lucky face and I will bring great joy to the world. Oh, and also I’ll get married next year. Let’s hope this one doesn’t cheat on me on the honeymoon too!
Aside from being as mad as a box of frogs, he was really sweet and his predictions made me giggle so it was £2 well spent. After leaving my nutty fortune teller I still had another 5 hours to kill before the bus (I seem to spend a third of my life waiting about for sodding transport). I went back to the guest house where landlord was celebrating Ganesh’s birthday. He invited me to join him and his family. He then gave me some sweets to eat, made of wheat. They were properly minging. I had to eat it though as all the family were watching me. It took about 3 minutes to swallow the bloody thing. He said it was a blessing and I was now blessed. What with the sweet and my big old lucky face, maybe things will start to get better?
I'll load Fish up with some awesome ear plugs that I use as well. It';s the small things...
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