Departure blues

I am still down with a flu and quite miserable. So I woke up with a headache and had two paracetamols for breakfast. Next, I made a start at packing. I was able to fit in most of the things I plan to take with me. Colleague’s wife messaged later in the evening enquiring about my phone number as she is still due to send me the things. She says it will reach tomorrow, so both my sister and I are concerned about how will I fit it in. But I am holding my anxiety for it till tomorrow.

My sister took me to ‘Indian Accent’ an amazing place (also awarded Michelin star) and we had brilliant food. My sister again left portions in meals per usual and was full after the fourth round. The joke here is that she insisted on ordering something separate from the tasting menu thinking she will not be full when she could be full with a peanut.

I returned home with a mirage so took more paracetamol and tried to sleep. My sister has been having financial problems with my father who had first agreed to give her a certain amount but now has been withdrawing from that account which is not to her will. She thinks he is biased to me.

That’s my day!