Sunday morning started just like any normal Sunday would start with 10 females tripping over each other sharing 3 bathroom and all trying to be ready on time to go to church. Oh wait I'm not sure that's normal anywhere in the world. But that what happened. I should say that the boys and Dan in the other flat are in positive luxury as our girls are beginning to discover 2 rooms between 4, 2 bathrooms a kitchen and comfy chairs. To be fair there have been no complaints and the ladies are still ready first.
Anyway, with the car shuttle, we all made our way to the school in time for a sunday morning communion service led by yours truly.
I don't recall much about breakfast except that on a personal level I managed to bring ground coffee, the cafetière, mugs and boiled water all together in the same place so that I could savour a real coffee - in a land of tea and tea drinkers this was no mean feat and one I intend to repeat daily.
After breakfast, which by this point was about 11am all the Strode crew headed off to a garden centre to buy plants for the school. I took one for the team as we would have needed a whole extra car to take one extra person, so I got a few hours studying in at the school - and managed to observe the new tabla teacher give his first ever lesson at the school, he is a former pupil and very talented.
I'm told plant buying was a great success, and if the small lorry load of plants, which arrived at the school shortly after the team returned, was anything to go by the MMS are going to have a wonderful colourful garden and lots of home grown fruit. I'm looking forward to helping plant some of them later in our visit.
Sunday afternoon is downtime, so after a late lunch there were games, more badminton and I think a revisiting of the world of hand clapping games. Angela and I took some timeout to watch a busy little chipmunk dash backwards and forwards along the wall with nesting materials in his mouth. Eventually some of the students and children settled down to watch a Studio Gibli film whilst others chatted and continued to play games. Dinner and back to the accommodation to prepare for an early start and a teaching day. Being married to a tone deaf man means I don't expect to delight in the sound of others singing in the shower but as I got ready for bed it felt as if I was serenaded by Orla's dulcet tones. What a beautiful way to end the day.