Gorgeous day.
Glorious to say the least!
Went to the Indian embassy to apply for a visa.
Elin asked why they requested you to provide them with details about your mother.
I quickly came to the conclusion that it was probably because they needed to check the record, in case your mother had ever slaughtered a cow or so.
I said this out loud.
In the Indian embassy.
The entire embassy was unfortunately completely silent as I opened my mouth.
I immediately realised my mistake, but it was too late.
If my visa application is denied It is probably because I insulted them. Or possibly because my mother is a threat to Indian national security.
One can never be to sure about those things.
Come to think of it, her cow records might not be too clean.
Neither may mine...
I can't recall.
I fear I might not make a huge success in India.
Unfortunately I seem to have caught a cold. I am at the moment trying to numb the symptoms with a straight vodka on the rox. Absolute of course.
Now the big question is, should I go to bed or get on my breakless bike and pedal my way over to Elin's for some wine?
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