Every day my life is full of funny little things that happen and they really make me laugh. Many a time I have been sited laughing to myself as I cycle down New Road like a mad foreign English women and this is simply because people really make me laugh.
A are couple of incidents recently have really tickled me.
My hair was going a dirty blond sort of colour with roots and grey coming through, so I went to the shop to get some more die, the closest the shop assistant could find was ‘copper light brown’ which is basically red, yeah really close! So I thought bugger it I may aswell dye my hair this colour and much to my surprise it actually looks nice. As I was dying my hair and the house boy Deepak, who is 13, also wanted his hair dying so I dyed his hair too. And then I’ll be jiggered, my land lady asked me to buy her the exact same colour, so I did and then I dyed her hair too and put the remaining dye on the Deepak’s hair, who slept with the dye on overnight and it had a really cool effect.
On the very same day with my shiny new hair in tact and sporting my new dress, which I like to think was from Warehouse but was in fact from New Road priced 1200 npr (£10), I set off to the local radio station with an idea in mind. To broadcast a thought provoking talk back show in English for young people with my Nepali friend. I had previously met someone from the radio station who liked the idea and said I should meet the station manager at 10:00 on the following day. Of course with the, ‘no plan, plan’ which is followed by the majority of Nepali people, when I arrived the station manger was in Kathmandu and they didn’t know who the hell this red headed mad English woman was, welcome to my world. Then this amazinglingly handsome guy sat me down and started chatting to me and my eyeballs nearly fell out my head as he was just so unbelievably gorgeous it was almost embarrassing and I hazard a guess he was at least 10 years younger than me. Some time later after I had met my friend at the station who had turned up fashionably late as usual, we left, but it was not until I had had a really good look at the boy.
That evening I went with the same friend to an evening called ‘Idol 2’ at the local hotel and guess who was presenting, yes the amazingly attractive guy, though I have to admit I think he looked better the first time round, luckily I was looking better the second time round sporting another new dress from Warehouse of course. So to cut a long story short and this is nothing to do with the aforementioned boy, I as per usual, ended up being escorted on to the stage along with about six Nepali boys for a spot of Nepali dancing which involves an arm extended flapping kind of a jiggle.
Five days later I was returning from the local shops and there was a small teenage girl with pigtails waiting at my gate whose mother runs a little beauty shed I think is the best term, she said she had seen me dancing on the TV the other night and brought me a caramel lolly which she informed me was her favourite so she thought I would also like it, how sweet. I invited her to come to my hula hooping class on Saturday morning, I wonder if she will come.
And so the laughter continues....
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