Nix had a large metal instrument inserted into her ear canal by the doctor which nearly made her jump through the roof, and made me start shouting at the doctor ;) It seems her ear is still badly blocked and will need to be checked out in Mumbai.
We stopped into the internet cafe whilst we were there. There was a message in my inbox from Facebook telling me my account was going to stay locked and so was my Indidginus page (meaning nobody can see it – I’m so glad I paid for those Facebook ads ;)), and that their decision was final. So that’s that. Ha ha ;) Life’s too short for all this “customer service” to and fro bollox anyway. Just enjoy! Down with Facebook, Long Live Weebly ;) Facebook is so passé.
I had my head and face shaved this evening at the bajar – both are now smoother than a baby’s bum. The barber left my moustache till the bitter end. When it got to the point of shaving it, he looked down at me and asked imploringly “clean, clean?” It was as if he was checking to see if I’d thought it through properly. Indian men are very proud of their moustaches. I think the barber thought I’d be stigmatized or handicapped in some way if I shaved mine off. I confirmed that I’d like it “clean, clean” and the hair in question disappeared with a few deft swipes of his cutthroat razor.