Sunday cooking took longer because I made extra chakli for Aai. By the third batch my palm was sore from pressing the dough and there was flour sticking inside my bangles. Sasubai told me to sit. I said this much is left only, then realised I had been standing in the same place since tea. Sat at the table to fill the next press. Much easier on the legs. The kitchen was warm and I had tied my hair too tightly, so loosening it was a relief. Ate one broken piece while it was still hot. Crisp outside, slightly soft in the middle. I was hungry without having noticed it. Lunch had been ready for everyone except me.

My husband brought home pedhas because my site bill was finally cleared. I had mentioned the delay once at dinner, and assumed he was listening to the news. He remembered the amount also. I corrected him on the amount before saying thank you, which was unnecessary. Felt quite pleased afterwards. No big occasion, no promotion, just something troublesome finished. Our daughter took the largest piece and said now please don't discuss bills while eating sweets. We all laughed. I wanted to tell him it was nice that he remembered, but by then he had gone to change. Kept two pieces separately for him instead of putting everything in the common box.

Planning the Wari with my daughter in my head again. I remember walking with my aunt at eleven and assume she will like the same things. But when I mentioned it, her first question was whether her friend could come. I started explaining that it is not a school picnic. Later thought, at eleven I was also interested in who would walk beside me and what we would eat. The certainty came afterwards. I cannot book that experience for someone else like transport to site. Need to ask what she actually wants to know before giving the whole programme. She has not refused. I have already prepared arguments for a refusal that has not happened.