Busy Day

Well, I haven't had an internet connection for the past few days and finally had it sorted out in the wee early hours of this morning. Turns out it was the way we had set up hour phone socket. Well we really only have one main socket and an extension line, so all phone-related stuff is connected to this one main socket. All that will change...soon. We're planning on having another mains fitted in near the PC, so that the mobile phone and router can occupy that and the original main socket will connect the other phone and Sky Digital.

Anyways, yesterday. Yes, yesterday. My mum took my brother, (the older of the two), and me to Southall; the town I personally dub Little India. Why? Well, it's not small enough to resemble China Town, which spans a few streets; it actually covers the entire town of Southall. Everywhere you look, it's all Indian shops and the majority of the population is Indian. Hounslow is quickly being taken over too.

In Southall, my mum wanted to do some shopping, and with that done we had lunch/dinner at Chandini Chowk. The food there was awesome, and the sweets are lovely. I seriously want to learn how to make Indian sweets, and I have two options: 1) Look for lessons/apprenticeships, or 2) Search for recipes and make the sweets from scratch, just like how I make other foods I've never made before.

While exiting the restaurant, a jewellers caught my eye, because of its display. In the window, instead of the regular necklaces, earrings and bracelets that one normally sees, there were two large pieces of jewellery that cover the entire torso. They were beautiful, but ridiculous in that why would anyone want to wear something so obviously heavy? Well, turns out this type of jewellery is very popular among the Lybians and Arabians, and costs around £60,000. Like woah!

After doing a bit more window shopping and looking around here and there, we headed home.

Oh and other reasons as to why I refer to the place as Little India, well...people behave like it's India, i.e. crossing the road whenever you feel like it, especially when a car is not more than 5 metres away from you. The drivers also get pissy really fast and love tooting their horns to indicate this, even in situations where tooting your horn won't result in traffic moving faster.

But I love the place, really...sort of...