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Our Saturday Evening Fun

My husband is out every day of the week, at least Monday to Saturday.  He doesn't reach home till late at night.  On Sundays he generally takes things very easy and has a lazy day.  The kids and I get bored with this `routine and like to break out every so often.

One Saturday evening recently, I was preparing to go to Church.  The kids said that they'd come too.  So we got ready and went.  The five of us piled into an auto and had to get out at the place along the route nearest the Church, which really wasn't very near.  I paid for three seats.  Three of us were sitting.  The two little ones were sitting on laps.

We walked down to Mass and afterwards said hello to our friends from the Church.  The parish priest has quite a sense of humour and usually teases me if he hasn't seen me at mass the previous week.

"I went to the Cathedral," I replied, laughing.

There's a lovely African family attending our Church nowadays.  They are Catholics from Kenya.  My children are fascinated by their children and they seem to be equally fascinated by mine.  Some of the nuns in the local convent have been to Kenya so after Mass we have plenty of chat and laughter.

There's a market area nearby the Church with a shop called "China Bazaar" in it.  I love that shop because its full of useful household items.  I purchased half a dozen cups for the house and some mats for my rooms.

There's a slight lack of co-ordination between me and the children when it comes to crossing the road. My daughter Mel is supremely confident.  She strolls across wild roads with busy traffic as if she owned them.  I, on the other hand, am a scaredy cat, afraid of my life to move, with my arms over my young children.  There there is the added stress of Mel's scorn.  It takes me at least ten minutes longer to cross the road than it does her.

After some time the children felt hungry.  After discussing the options, they decided that this time they wanted to eat dosas.  Dosas are a thin south Indian bread, made of rice and eaten with curry.  In north India they are available as a snack in some retail outlets, served with potato and a spiced lentil soup called 'sambher'.  There's a very good 'dosawala' - a man who makes dosas - he hasn't got a shop but a roadside barrow.  He makes and serves the dosas in front of your very eyes.  He always smiles when he sees me and my four children coming.  We have been coming to him for years.

We all eat and fill our stomachs - no hunger now till dinnertime - and the meal is so cheap.  One hundred rupees for five of us - that's about two Euros.

The children are busy with exams at the moment but I look forward to another Saturday evening out with them when the next chance comes along!

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