I took the train to Agra today. Having experienced the balancing act of hole in the floor toilets on a moving train I thought I would be ok even though you can end up with wet feet but I was not prepared for the train doing an emergency stop while in the crouching position. The result? Elegant it was not. So food that was destined for passengers 'lunch ended up on the carriage floor. For those who had already been served I imagine they suffered most. Having dispatched the cow that had wondered onto the line we went to the next station where a street trader was dispatched to bring food. I was given a carton of steaming vegetable curry and rice. I am in a small 'green' hotel, no air conditioning, just ceiling fans but in a lovely setting. I have lost count of the number of people who want a selfie with me. Apparently they like grey hair. Of course I have to make sure their hands aren't dipping into my rucksack!
I played tennis with Yvette today. Yesterday I asked if we could play early before the day gets too hot. She suggested 9.30am. I was thinking of 8.00am but Yvette has been married 46 years and her husband still brings her breakfast in bed every morning so 9.30 is probably the crack of dawn. I thought I had got used to Yvette's little antics but this morning she behaved like John McEnroe. I was 4-1 up in the first set when suddenly she announced that the score was 4-3. I am used to these little tricks so I stood my ground. She argued, she shouted. I ignored her and took my position ready to receive serve but her shouting got louder, calling me a cheat and then using some choice words. Her ploy worked. I lost concentration and started to lose, eventually losing in a tie break. I was not happy but said nothing. At the end of the set Yvette asked me if I was angry with her, using the expression 'tu me fais la tete?' I sa...
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