Another day off work

I woke up this morning still feeling full and needing to do some exercise so decided I needed to wash through some clothes again - they'd been washed but didn't smell good.  These are things that I first washed just after I arrived in Koraput and they took so long to dry that they ended up smelling sour and musty as the water slowly turned stagnant.  Not a great perfume so I had left them soaking with detergent overnight and washed them through this morning.  Now washing bending down over a bucket in the bathroom is a messy business and I usually end up with my clothes soaking.  This weekend I'm alone in the house, the shutters were all closed so I decided to take off my pyjama bottoms while I did the washing to make life a bit easier for myself. 

At least I was just slightly covered up.  As I wandered back through the house I jumped when one of the builders flung open a shutter from the outside and shouted "Pani pani" at me  and pointing up to the roof.  This took me by surprise as it was about 6:45 in the morning and on Dussera festival day when noone works.  Oh well, I just had to cover up and go to switch on the water pump.  There is a big water tank on the roof which is filled by water pumped up from our tube well, the murky looking pit just outside the house.  The roof has a new hard surface on it that I guess needs to dry slowly to stop in cracking and they keep wanting to flood the roof with water from the tank.  I hope we are not on a meter, it seems such a waste as I see water pouring over the roof and out through the new drainage outlets.

By this time I was well awake and needing to burn off a bit of the aggro from my surprise visitor as well as yesterday's calories so I set-to with a scraper on all the bits of mortar splashed all over the floors.  They don't feel great under bare feet.  I hadn't been able to find a paint scraper similar to the ones we use at home when decorating so have improvised with a kitchen spatula I found that's a bit more solid than most.  So the next couple of hours were spent on my hands and knees scraping the floor with a spatula, brushing up the mess with my paintbrush/dustpan brush (fully clothed) followed by a swill down with the mop and bucket.  Why do I do these things on my holiday I wonder?   Probably because I'm too tired to to it after a day at work. I'm beginning to think that I really should have gone away for the weekend to have a proper rest.