I went to Bombay last weekend, hung around at the Kala Ghoda festival and hung around with one of my best friends. I had gone alone, because the Guy had gone off on a separate little trip of his own, and somehow that made it all the more fun, realising that I could have fun without him. We spend so much time together that that sometimes seems in question.
I had thought about spending a couple of more days there, but at the end of two days I was feeling tired and strangely homesick, and just wanted to come back to my own home again, even though the Guy wasn't in it.
The internet connection hadn't been working since Saturday, and we thought it was a routine BSNL glitch. Then we discovered that we had been cut off because apparently a bill hadn't made it to our address, and so we hadn't realised that it was due. It's not back up yet: I'm using a kind friend's wireless card.
But the icing on the cake was a couple of days ago, when the power went off in the afternoon. I shrugged and went to sleep. When I woke up, there was still no power. When dark fell, I realised other flats had lights on. I tried to find out what was wrong, and failing, I lit three candles and settled down with a book.
The next morning, the Guy found an electrician to get it fixed. We also discovered that the electricity people had cut off our power because there is some accelerator thingy (or something) that needs to be connected to the meter and wasn't - I suppose the builders decided it would be easier to do without it in certain random flats, and guess who got lucky? And after over a year, the electricity people decided to cut it off without notice this week.
Anyway, it's all good now. And what would I do without all these service providers to add excitement into my life?