Runway at Safdarjung, (photo ?) The kids are busy slaughtering each other in the kitchen, making, supposedly, welsh rarebit - in a thoroughly cowardly way, I've left them and Shanti to sort each other out; it's too exhausting to do anything else. I'm hoping this catches you just before you set off on Tuesday - though it probably won't....but want to tell you all about this afernoon and how we all went gliding!! Even pissed-scared me! I saw in the Patriot yesterday about a special reduced-fee gliding month, to raise funds for flood relief -5/- a time; and told the boys in an unwise moment. The twins and I chickened out at lunch deciding that we would wait for you, but Phil insisted and we yielded, finally. We waited for ages before our turn; there is this little hanger at Safdarjung airport, a sort of Wilson airport ; and it's full of gliders, even a hang glider; and quite a few people, though not as many as you'd expect. Finally, after a lot of hanging
Left wing commentary from the heart and the head