Does such a thing as a normal day exist? In theory the children go to school 6 days a week but, with religious festivals, 'Martyr's Day' and strikes, they have been at home more days than at school. A school day is more structured. We play with the little ones and then, when the school bus disgorges its load, there's a snack to be had and homework to be done. Non-school days are less structured; dare we say chaotic. The structure of a school day comes from being...

Kathie and I have been discussing why we are writing this blog and what we should write. There seem to be three main reasons for the blog. 1. To help the St Peters' fundraisers to get to know the DNC children so they fully appreciate how worthy a cause they are. 2. Without wanting to preach, to help the young people at St Peter's realise how lucky they are and how most other children live in this world. Perhaps, when you are older you may cons...

We've been told that the electricity may be going down from 10 hours a day to only 6 as the main hydro-electric station must close down for repairs. The water supply is cut too but we've just missed most of that. But tonight we've got lights in the flat so we've got home early to grab the opportunity of writing up another blog. Saturday was Parents' Day at the children's school. We went as substitute parents and were overcome by how much that was appreciated b...

This was written 2 days ago but with no wifi at the flat and none at Gaia (our cafe) we have had no chance to download it to the blog. We've now spent 3 days at the Disabled Newlife Centre (DNC). Dealing with 25 or so children (they don't stay still long enough to count them) is very hard work. We are trying to learn their names. We've helped with reading, played some games, taken a lot of photographs - the older girls love having their photos taken. We won...

Whose idea was this blog !! How do we write anything of interest to such different people with such different interests in what we are doing? Is it going to be a cross between one of those long Christmas letters from someone you hardly know and the compulsory viewing of somebody else's holiday snaps? Well, we'll start with first impressions of Kathmandu. What life is normal for the children who we'll meet tomorrow. We find our contact at the airport. ...