Back in Bangalore...
I'm finally back in Bangalore with a streaming cold, chesty cough, and horrible jetlag. It's hotter than Satan's crotch here and my body is freaking out after two weeks of snow, rain, wind and temperatures in the single digits centigrade. I don't know about you, but I can't do with centigrade. If I have a fever, it should be 103 not 38.something or other. If it's hot, I want it to be in triple digits, not double digits. I'm also very anti kilograms and kilometers, but I still think that England shouldn't be a part of Europe and that carrots should be all different shapes and sizes, not EU-ified as they have been.