An extended family

Katrina left on Wednesday morning and is now in UK starting her schedule of meetings and visits.

So here I am; the single parent.  Thankfully I’m only working part-time, though it feels more than enough at this point.  I’m hoping that once I can get a routine sorted out to cover all the chores it will get easier.  The girls are being very good and haven’t had a serious altercation for over two days now, which shows how supportive they are.

I’m struggling to keep up on sleep though, with having to be up late to collect Ruth from chorale practices and get up early enough in the morning to get them sorted for swim training (6.15am from school).  Early starts are not unusual here.  Last Sunday I was at the local football ground by 6am for something called a “Run for Peace”.  This was a low-key race organised by Christian Sports Fellowship Nepal to show that Christians want peace for Nepal too!

As the main objective was to be seen, everyone wore the same T-shirt and the route was along the busiest, hence most polluted, roads available.  In Kathmandu early morning is plenty busy enough.  All the entrants, over five hundred in total, were assumed to be Christians; at the finish we had to write our names and which church we were from on the recorders sheet.  Even here in Kathmandu, churches are an extended family.

Martin