I dont think I ever want to forget the feeling of today. Its certainly not my achievement but I couldn't care less. Basking in his happiness is more than sufficient for once. After months and months, could keep lolling around in bed because there wasnt another interview or tension filled session to run to. Well, that doesnt imply, of course, that term work is over - far from it. But...the main reason for going to school today was his moment of achievement. The sweetheart - he actually said it - with a grin of course - I want to go to school to just meet people. How can one grudge him that.
He came home early because we wanted to have our tandoori chicken and a bottle of wine together - just us - but I dont think that will be happening for a while now. Shy one and the sardar mallu joined in. They lost their way and we had to go get them from the other end of bourron marlotte. Trying to give directions for these french villages is an art we still havent mastered - past the bistro on the right and the coiffeur on the left and the obelisk des morts and the mairie, third cobbled street on the left - and then you get a call - 'So do you live in Bourron Marlotte or Sorques....' and you have to go rushing out of home in search of your guests. Masti evening - good music, good food, good talk - and amazingly enough sardar mallu with the sardar out of town doesnt fall asleep immediately after dinner. Tweedledum and I got all yawny but he was still going strong.
Finally had to say good bye but we are going to fall now......
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