Sunday

A good weekend after a long time, though France lost and Zizou got a red card and the World Cup is over. For one, I wasn't sitting alone at home through Sunday!

I finally found the right pair of jeans, but only after being told by a young salesman that the very high waist jeans are worn by "housewives and very traditional girls". So disapproving was he of one such which I liked for its colour, that I finally obliged him and chose a not-so-low waist one. Nevertheless, comfortable as hell.

I didn't cook one bit because we've run out of gas and the gas company refused to give us a refill until we wrote them a letter saying we need refills only once in six or seven months, because that is our rate of consumption. The lady who was supposed to take the booking had thought we had left the country because they hadn't heard from us for so long. But waat to do, that is all the cooking we do...

Ended the Sunday with some new friends, a lot of music, a lot of gobi manchurian, a long drive and of course, football.

And yay, Federer is King! :)