It's Like Being At Home

I can get Mars Bars......

.......from 'The Spar'

This is where I'm staying at the moment - it's in the area where the film stars and government officials live'

Our House

Also where herds of goats go down the road, street dogs live and in occasional places people who live in large blue tents made out of tarpaulins, branches, rocks and goodness knows what else. 

It is a relatively posh house which will be the home for the little sick babies who will be arriving into SCH as soon as it is fully kitted out to enable her to be given them. There are a handful here at the moment and herein lies the tragedy on my first day. I'll copy and paste the sadness from the wonderful young American nurse Anna who will be the matriach:

http://www.schindia.com/2014/01/17/rosemary/

Please take the time to read it - it shows the love and dedication of those who I've previously referred to as 'Giants' that do this type of work with love, compassion and total dedication. It is sad - it was on my very first morning but 'Rosemary' is now free from pain and suffering and in The Place that is promised to us.

Simona, Sarah's incredible eldest daughter painted this flower in memory of 'Rosemary'

Fortunately - so far - apart from the vagaries of travelling and being awake for a day - my stomach is still intact (albeit getting smaller). I haven't quite gotten used to breakfast - a sort of cold Saffron type rice:

After almost a week, I've ventured to a couple of shops and bought some provisions and today had boiled eggs and toast (picture not really necessary!)

This was my first task:

And this was my second:

They have water pumped up to the roof from the basement - three storeys - and there is a large plastic barrel on the roof which feeds a concrete 'tank' underneath it. the whole thing was operated by turning the pump on manually, the barrel overfilled and usually twice a day, they flooded the roof which drained down through concrete outlets onto the driveway below and into the road. This caused problems for the Indian ladies who work here and with the neighbours who suspected that it might contain sewage. I became Suddakah's hero by explaining to him that we needed a ballcock fitted. 
That's when the puzzled look and confusion started - however, the plan was for me to sort out the solution and for them to get the plumber to come and actually do it - it's a good job that the plumber knew what a ballcock was without any gesturings - and brought his own.
Problem solved, I'm now Suddakah's hero and we're slowly working through lesser problems together - rather like The Lone Ranger and Tonto (he's Tonto!)

And with that - I think that I'll ride of into the sunset with a 'Hi ho Silver - Away!'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxIuIxqo2So

P.S.Just an update concerning the two little ladies in my previous blog who were having cleft operations, have now had their lip operations (just) and here they are - their palettes will be done later :

The other poorly new addition - Ruby, also pictured in that blog has an update (is good although I'm not sure of the shorthand medical stuff):

From Nurse Anna: "PTL! Ruby's skin is much better! Added vancomycin. No o2. no aspiration. Derm to see tom. Needs 11days iv abx"

 C. S. Lewis "We are deceived by looking on the outside of things." ~The Problem of Pain