In a previous post I recounted the story of having my trekking boots nicked by the Uttar Pradesh police once I got back to India.
Well, I was reminded of it again yesterday, when big sister Jenny and I went to see Othello at the Globe Theatre in London. One sonnet seemed particularly apt:
The robb’d that smiles steals something from the thief;
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
Always good to see the funny side.
In other developments, I now have my visa to return to India – BRINGITON. As you can guess I’m very pleased about this… I’ll be flying back on the 18th, but until then will be flitting around London and Norwich… See you soon?