Caftan

Hello folks, how are you? I've been sweltering in temperatures around 28 - 34 degrees C - if I had any need of a fried egg, I could cook it on the pavement. However, it is lovely to be with my family and I am getting ready for mums birthday celebrations this weekend. 
My sister and her family will come down from Pune where they live, cousins will arrive from Canada and Chennai and we will have around fifty people from just the extended family at the party. Between us, we have also managed to invite over eighty friends and the numbers at this party, which once looked as if it wouldn't go ahead have gone well past a hundred. We've chosen the poolside of Le Meridien, as we've had a party there in the past and they did us proud. My sister in law has worked hard to set it all up and I have been tying up all the loose ends over the last few days.

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Caftan

This was the last necklace I made before I left home, I bought the tasseled caftan pendant at the same time as my two silver Sufis, and it would have been churlish to leave it behind in the box. Besides, it is very pretty and I couldn't resist it.

It has been a relaxing couple of days while I've been waiting for all the excitement to start. I have a little room that looks out onto a balcony surrounded by fruit trees and this afternoon I was held prisoner there for over two hours. 

I requested them to leave politely and when they realised the fruits weren't ripe enough for them, the local monkey family left in single file to look for greener pastures. I've never stopped to think about it but I wonder what they eat through the lean periods when the fruit is still green on the trees and there are no easy pickings??

Apparently the thing to do would have been to phone someone downstairs, and they would have let the dogs loose. The dogs would have gone ballistic at the sight of the intruders and the unholy row unleashed would have got the monkeys running for their life. I was content to peek out at them at short intervals and they eventually got bored looking at fruit they couldn't eat and left of their own accord. I wonder what they did in India when there weren't any mobile phones, I can't remember, it's been so long. Smoke signals??
India is mobile phone crazy and everyone and his dog has one, and they are on them, thumbs twitching away 24/7

That's me for today folks, have a fabulous week and I'll catch you next Friday, same time, same place,
Until then
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