Sundaze

We sat under the neem tree on the steps of Sagar's house. There was utter pandemonium this morning because good friends and sisters, Quin and Zizu got into a glorious fight and they had to be physically separated and daddy went to do it like a hero and got nicely and badly bitten. Some say it was Quin and some say Zizu no one actually knew what was happening.

I dressed his wound and tied a bandage and you had no clue what the commotion was all about. Quin was roaming free and trying to snuggle and apologise and Zizu was isolated in her cage.

There were some guests as a leftover of the party Sagar's niece had on Saturday and so we sat under the tree where I finally had a cold glass of beer and you slept.

Today is day 8 of being in the farm and I have severe anxiety over the week/ month and year ahead. What with it being the new year and everyone is seemingly better prepared for the year with resolves and resolutions and plans for a better more productive year.