Salaam from Pakistan

Hello everyone. Apologies for not writing sooner. I sent Lalita a letter, the old fashioned way about 3 weeks ago. I SPECIFICALLY told her to not neglect our much loved blog but surprise surprise. I guess I knew she needs that LITTLE push ! We all know that Amanda cannot be depended upon as she will be too busy drowning herself in caffeine after she raids the local sainsbury's. And Kathleen , well , are you kidding me ? You'll soon hear of the unlucky incident of " crazy girl kidnaps butcher's son for ransom" or " The bald, obese stalking prostitute" I am no future teller, I am just Kathleen's friend.
So, where to begin ? So much has happened in the past few weeks and nothing has happened the same. I am enjoying here in Pakistan. Really happy to see all my cousins after so long. The sun is hot and rain scarce but its all good. There are long power cuts but watching my family together keeps my eyes . . . um just the right temperature ( you are suppose to say " my eyes warm" but it wouldn't fit right keeping in mind the current weather). Right now I don't miss London much. Just that I don't get to spend much time with the Lakes and on face book. I don't miss TV which is very weird. I do however regret missing Deathly hallows p2. You all must already know how good it was after reading Lalita's last post or through your own experiences. I guess its a little price to pay for all I have right now. Weeks are passing like days and I feel I don't have enough time. I know I'll miss everything when I leave.
I am not going to take a lot of your time right now because I have no time myself. There is gonna be a power cut soon and I want to finish this post before I lose it all. I initially started this 2 weeks ago and I wouldn't want to put it off any longer. I have loads of things I want to discuss . ..  all in good time.

Some thing that everyone say and I know its true because I feel it too

"Home is where heart is "

Much love
Emily xxx

The British summer (or not)

I can assure you that our lack of effort to update the chronicles has nothing to do with the less than average British weather. Well actually I take that back, the weather should be blamed for every audacity. The sole reason for which is the chaos and confusion it causes. I think Britain shouldn't have a calender, and they should NEVER mark the 29th of May as "British summer time begins". Do we have no right to know the truth ? What has the world come to ? Because telling a child in Britain that June is a summer month is a plain lie. How can we expect them to grow up as truthful human beings when we betray them in matters like the weather. I would hate for my child to grow up and think that summer is supposed to be cold and rainy and winter, well winter is supposed to be cold and um, snowy. Weather telecasters are just for the show and to fill the 5 minute slot every hour in the news otherwise we all know you can NEVER predict what the weather's gonna be like apart from the fact that it's gonna rain. take for example the last week. I had actually given up hope of seeing my sunflowers grow, observing the lack of sun. I was actually thinking of writing to the seed company to let them know that they have published the wrong timings for sowing and flowering. I think God heard me when I complained to Lalita about this not being June and how the weather was a disgrace to June because two days ago all hell broke loose, weather wise of course. It hurt to look outside because our eyes are not accustomed to see in such bright light. We are like those cats that are put through unethical experiments of being born and reared in a small box with vertical lines so when they are taken out, they can't see anything else because they have seen vertical lines all their life. Every surface was like a furnace and any contact with the skin felt like  it was going to melt. People were happy and naked, maybe too much naked hence today it rained cats and dogs. It rained like we were in the amazonian rain forest. I rest my case your honour.
But fear not, I tell myself. Soon I will be begging for rain and cold because I am going to a place where the sun shines like its on the ground, the air is like an oven fan set at 180 degrees and rain comes like an oasis in a desert. I think the eggs can fry themselves, no joke. To top it all off the electricity graces it present like it's God's gift, well it is but still no need to show off. I know I am gonna miss everything here most of all the Lakes and I know they'll miss me and my declamation about how no one bother about the blog. :) I hope they are nice enough to not forget about it but I can never be too sure hence my little piece before my departure. This doesn't mean I am not going to keep you posted about all the exciting things (may be) that come my way. I love this too much. I'll try IF I am done depleting the world of all the mango supplies. Which is a big IF !

"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it"

But whose complaining ? :P

"There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart"

With love like the summer rain
Emily xx