Just a bit of "Rajing" fun that flipped into my head during brain surgery after the missus flung the frying pan at me; it's a menopause thing!
Mad dogs and Englishmen!
A sip of green tea dashed with a slice of fresh lemon passes her lips as she sits beneath swaying palm leaves and a Bengali breeze.
"Darling, what on earth is that total Nutcase doing out there in this damn heat?.
"Sweetheart, he's pulling a rickshaw, what a gaf!"
"Oh, darling, those spare ribs, quite ghastly!"
"Yes Sweetheart, I prefer those doused in BBQ sauce and dripping in fat!"
"Darling, pass me my white Chanel hat, I think I'm about to faint!"
"Sweetheart, keep calm and I'll order a glass of cool Himalayan mineral water, 500 Rupees a glass!"
"Darling, that is so sweet and while you are at it, do not forget the sun blocker!"
"Of course not Sweetheart, I'll just pop out in the midday sun, order a rickshaw, and kick that damn dog lying in the dusty road that keeps yowling, after all this is the RAJ and not India!"
"Oh Darling, you are such a brave mad dog of an Englishman, and not a Coward!"
Gandhi knew what he was doing!
