Friday 13th . . .

Bought my authentic Indian sewing machine today, wrapped the box up in tin foil before getting it packed in the linen, I got peed on by the rain so it got a bit wet and is staying at the post office 'til I can pay for it tomorrow. I love it, cheap as chips as well. The tailors thought I was weird wrapping it in tin foil and when I was examining their machines they thought I was a bit crazy, as I was down in Dharamsala where not many white people go and the tailors is a narrow room with them all crammed in facing each other with like a small platform stage in the middle for the machines so I was running around bare foot getting excited and hitting my head off the ceiling.

I was very tired and still dizzy in class so took it easy and explained to Sivadas that I'm getting frustrated by it all and he shouted saying don't be frustrated as this brings down your immune system which will make you more ill, be happy. So shouting be happy at me made me bounce off the walls with happiness!

So dindins with Amy and Darren and I've planned where I'm venturing after this which is exciting, but early night after failing miserably at chess, poor Darren it was like playing against a two year old, I had no concentration,my mind was elsewhere. Talking to so many different people about various topics gets you thinking.

But I am warming to the yoga classes although again through yogamutra or whatever it is called, at the end I'm just falling akip. xx