AWOL

Lana in India will be a little quiet for a while. For at sparrows fart tomorrow (an incredibly specific time India is generally incapable of acknowledging), Thalia, Keir and I will fly to Singapore to begin our six week summer holiday, in Perth. The fact that it is wintertime in Perth is, as far as I'm concerned, an absolute bonus. For tonight I sit in my supposedly posh New Delhi suburb, with no water, and only half a house of electricity. The back half of the house has power, the front has none. And it's not a circuit that's tripped - that's the way it's going into the fuse box. Answers on the back of a postcard...which may or may not get stolen by the mail service. Rod has miraculously gerry-rigged a collection of extension cords and power boards, with UK and Indian plugs and a fair bit of insulating tape, from the back power point of the dining room, where there is electricity, and artistically draped them across the hallway into the front room, so I can type on this computer, we can recharge the enormous battery that powers the TV, DVD player, Satellite TV box, modem (life's essentials, obviously) and have a floor light. Unfortunately we can't gerry-rig power to the AC or the ceiling fans, so this post isn't going to be long... our bedroom, in the back of the house has electricity, AC and a TV/Satellite box on a small battery. Guess where I'm going? At least until the entire suburb loses power...

Time will tell tomorrow if Indira Gandhi Airport is capable of being ready for us at sparrows fart, even if that's the time printed on our e-ticket. Well, not literally...