It's coming

One almighty crack of thunder this afternoon - the monsoon is coming.

I've had my eye on this sign for a while - a bookshop that specialises in chicken!

Had a more relaxed day at work today. Still getting hassled but no UK so less meetings. Also had the usual fun in the parcel shop. Given the obsession with privacy in the UK I wonder what my rellies think when the mail arrives with their telephone numbers plastered over the front of the parcel. They insist on that here. And I have to write my phone number as well. My brother said he knew what was in his parcel without having to open it since each item is detailed along with its price. I had hoped he would have to try and work out what sort of Sachin merchanside he had received without reading toothbrush 40 rupees on the parcel. Actually that sounds a bit silly - he would have worked it out very quickly.

The trip to Geneva is off, someone has seen sense but it does mean that I'm not represented in the meeting since my replacement is a bit of a new boy to this line.