Being a work-from-home-mum has its disadvantages. You tend to switch on the laptop shortly after you’ve brushed, hoping to check your email before the rest of the house wakes up—just so you can plan your tasks for the day when you’re still sane. And that’s not even the tip of the iceberg. After responding to …
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One of the foods Amma offered me when I was ill or generally low, was a fruit bun and a mug of hot Bournvita. It always picked me up because it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside–it is only now that I realize it’s all because of the carbohydrates! Anyhow. I’ve been down …
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If you’ve been reading along for a bit, you probably know by now, how much Mrs. B means to me. She entered the family when MK’s gran was still around (nearly 11 years ago) and now works with me. I sometimes think she is having a rather prolonged menopause because she is quite often in …
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MK can’t stand my fisherwoman. I don’t blame him. She’s kind of…insistent. Unfortunately, when she comes in every other morning, I’m usually attending to Avanee’s waking up process (ahem) and am in no position to go to the door and do fish talk. So, MK has to answer the door and deal with her. Problem …
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Turns out, the last post I wrote was my 100th. This little jhola of mine has been with me through so much–I started writing the blog one boring afternoon when I was lonely and feeling utterly unproductive and useless. It opened up a new world for me. It gave me something to divert my mind–even …
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It’s really hot in this part of the world right now. Metabolisms are sluggish, and kitchens are too hot to cook anything in. I have been on a primarily salad/fruit/yogurt diet. But once in a while, I crave my diabetes-enemies, the carb family. In this miserable weather, I do not miss chappatis at all. I …
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Mrs. B gets hysterical every time the fisherwoman passes by. “I’m coming!” she’ll yell five storeys below and dishes are instantly abandoned in the sink, the mop is strategically dropped mid-path for someone to trip over, and in a minute, she’s out the door, ringing desperately for the elevator. A few minutes later, she’s back …
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