Frankie

I couldn’t sleep so was up at the crack of dawn.  I went downstairs in the sitting room to read.  Frankie and his Dad were there.  Frankie’s Dad had to do something (hopefully not jack up) so Frankie and I just hung out for an hour.  He is by far the coolest, funniest little kid on the face of the planet.  He may be slightly too advanced for his years though.  He was explaining his experience in Hampi and said “The monkeys at Hampi nicked my bag of fruit.  Bastard monkeys”.  He’s only 6!!  I suppose growing up with a smack head Dad would lead you to swearing at an early age. 

He showed me a load of funny stuff on the internet.  The No, no. no cat and goats that sound like humans.  It was very funny.  We giggled for ages.  There is probably no sweeter sound in the world than when a kid laughs.  He then tried to teach me to play Lego world on his Nintendo.  I was truly terrible.  He said to me “you’re not very good at this are you, Kate.  Don’t worry I'm sure you are good at other things”  Bless his little cotton socks.  I am utterly smitten.  Such a shame they are leaving today.

Two of the girls went to the beach, so I got to kick about with Anna.  Anna is lovely.  All the girls are nice but Anna is by far my favourite.  She has a dry sense of humour and is happy to take the piss almost the moment that you meet her.  Totally my kind of girl.  

The girls and I went out for dinner in the evening. Oh, before I forget (like I’d actually forget) at dinner the girls said they thought I was only 29.  Boom!!  Are you having that??  After dinner we set off in search of drink to celebrate Karries birthday.  It was fairly late already so the only way to get booze was on the black market.  I love a bit of skulduggery.  We managed to find ourselves a suitably corrupt tuk tuk driver who took us to the back streets of puducherry to get vodka (shit loads of the stuff).  

When we got back to the guest house it was locked up.  We had to call to wake the night guard up.  I felt bad but it also felt good to be being slightly naughty.  Back inside we drank, smoked and talked shit.  It was brilliant.  I’ve really missed belly laughing.  It felt amazing.  We talked about the normal shit that girls talk about; boys, sex, pissing on our trousers, arse showers.  The level of conversation was exceptionally intellectual.  I went to bed about 4am, very happy and slept for the first time in Puducheery.  Booze is the way forward.