No hiding

Mysteriously every salesman

within a twenty km radius seems to

know we have just moved in.

Not a day goes by without another

random ringing the doorbell

offering everything from cooking

services, children's books to rattan stools.

I've started avoiding the balcony for fear

of being spotted

by these industrious hawkers who

frantically wave from the street.

Got caught out today though.

Opened the door and some guy

bundled in with oily canvas bags

stuffed with curtain

and blind samples.

They must have noticed our

seemingly Scandinavian approach

to open living.

Or the guy in the corner shop told them,

he did seem unusually interested in our

home furnishings.

Anyway Monu's managed to convince

us to let him make blinds for the

apartment.

Not sure how, he did not seem to

have a clue about taking measurements

and looked vaguely baffled when I

asked if everything was okay.

I dont think it is okay.

In fact I dont think he's ever made

a blind in his life but he has made

a quick bundle of rupees.

have the sinking feeling I wont

be seeing him again.