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Last few days have been relatively lighter. So, have been taking it easy and not travelling much. Spending time drinking ridiculous amounts of tea and reading books in the bath.( Margaret Atwood , Graham Chapman and extracts of Ulysses).

May be I am a bit biased but I reckon Ulysses is the ultimate book to read in the bath. It was heavenly while reading extracts of Ithaca lying in the warmth of the lathery waters . Quite therapeutic. And Rapturous.

Yesterday noon after one such relaxing bath, searched all around for the missing hair dryer which I later recollected lending to Anne for her South African trip. Well then I thought, it was a nice day with perfect weather to buy a new one. While on the way to the Mall, shakes called and we had so much to catch up that the conversation continued till the till(!) Only the endless giggles of the girls at the Argos- till made me think that something was wrong. It was then I realised that my hair was wet.
Right ! Okay! Now that explained a few astonished faces earlier.

And to complete the harmony of the episode, the store had run out of the bloody model I had ordered. So I had to ask sheepishly –Do you do towels by any chance?

The Girl sighed and stymied her bursting giggle in one warped and flowery laconia– no.

Right!

G’ Night