Well they are.
Today we did a story about a pair of serial killers in Delhi with a penchant for killing poor children & young women. Not to mention the cannibalism, selling organs, and then leaving the remain in the drains outside their house. When locals asked the police to investigate - they did nothing - who cares about poor people. At one stage they even arrested one of the men but he paid a massive bribe and got let off. Anyway they are now in custody, being subjected to doses of truth serum and brain mapping - what ever that is. They aren’t goping to be free anytime soon thats for sure.
Having fed that story and tiding a few things up before I leave the office at about 7pm I get a call asking for some pictures for another story London is doing as they don’t have them. We do, but they are not qood enough quality. I have to get them dubbed off again, load them into the computer and send them to London. Wonderfull - Pizza Hut for tea!By the time this is all done its just after 11pm. I check they are at work safe and sound - but the audio is out of sync at the end. Bugger but its late and I’m going home, so I tell the desk that they will have to fix it. It would take another two hours to for me to correct and feed what they can do in seconds.
After 9pm trucks are allowed to use the roads in Delhi so there is another rush hour for all the lorries that have been waiting all day to get from one side of the city to the other. The main north south road passes our estate of course. And there are road works too as they make the road, NH8, into a proper motorway type thing - not that anyone drives in lanes. Faced with a huge queue through three bottle necks I decide to go the local way - on an as yet unmade road to the side. Checked it with the kids last week and it was fine.
Clever Phil gets stuck 200 yards from the turning to home when trying to drive over / past/ through a huge lorry load of gravel that has just been dumped and waiting to be rolled out. I got over one at least. After 20 mins of trying to dig out the wheels all alone, front and back, I of course end up digging myself in deeper. I give up and walk home. I’ll get the other car and pull it out.
Hmm, how do I drive two cars at the same time. So I phone Shiv at 12.05 wake him up and ask him to come and help. Thankfully he only lives 10 mins away. On the way home I walk pass a huge statue and see some handy rope acting as a cordon around the temple.
Back at the site with Shiv the mounds have gone - they have been flattened and a poor white Qualis remains stuck in the middle of the road. We tied them together using some cable that I had picked up that was lying around at home. Slowly backing off and boing its breaks. Bugger back to plan b and go back and I cut a portion of rope from the temple.
This time it works - and I even used the Endeavour in 4x4 mode. Probably the only time it will be. Safely out Shiv takes the Qualis home and I carry on my chores of getting diesel for the generator - again. Its on for about 10 hours a day at the moment. I seem to be endlessly going to fill up the jerry cans.
So technically its not Monday any more but it hasn’t been a good one. Oh yes I forgot - bugger once more - my talking head is broken - yet again - the thingy we use for lives. This means we are very kind of stuck in our capability to do stuff. getting a replacement is also a nightmare.
What a day. I guess its time to finish my beer - at least we had some in the fridge - and head off to bed. - Its 2.10am which gives be a whole 4 hours 20 mins before getting up and sorting out the kids for school.
Tuesday had better be good.
