Well, we finally got to Palolem, where as it turns out there are 150 rupee a night ‘tents’ – ie, huts on stilts – all over the shop. It’s not too crowded and the sea is calmer than we’ve been used to so we’ll probably move here in a day or two. 

Concerning the sitting room fire: remember to empty the ash pan underneath – spread the ash over the garlic plantation – and scrape every last fragment out of the ash pan socket or it won;t fit back inside.

We would willingly swap some of your cold for our excess of heat. Last night was horrendous. A pool of sweat gathered in the hollow of my breast bone and then overflowed to dribble in all directions. We’re continually blasted by the sun!

We just ate lunch watching Pieterson throw his wicket away wantonly. Good old Shah, is all I can say, whoever he is.

What did this ‘real’ dodman say about me, the fake one?