It’s been a less active weekend than hoped, thanks to a particularly out of sorts daughter. Lack of routine is turning into something of a problem as far as her usually sunny disposition goes, which is to be expected, but it’s also very tiring for everybody involved. One more thing to wait for passing time to fix.
We did get out to another mela yesterday, at which various crafts were bought. I picked up a splendid looking journal, just crying out to be inked with stories, while Kirsty availed herself of some beautifully crafted silver. Everyone here has business cards, and thrust them at us as we pass. I now have a pocketful of options should I desperately require tailored leather coats, organic muesli, wooden seats carved like alligators, or a stuffed pig with button nipples that you can attach stuffed piglets to.
Actually, we got one of those for Eva. That’s one job done.
Hopefully, temperments permitting, we’ll get back to Khan Market later today, have a look around some shops, and finally pick up some mobile phones. It would also be nice to eat out somewhere that isn’t KFC or McDonalds. I live in hope.