Culture
And by culture I really mean London theatre. Anyone who has read this blog knows I go to the theatre more than anyone should. That's not been a habit that's easy to maintain out in that India. I've managed to sneak in two plays whilst I've been back - Love's Labour's Lost (I can see why that's a play that's not put on much - about half of the story is filler - it's like the anti-Winter's Tale) and The Children (this didn't make me less jealous of Lucy Kirkwood). A couple of days in the most exciting city in the world is just a pleasant by-product.
Cheese
My cheese intake over the last few months has been almost entirely paneer, which is about as much a cheese as tofu is a meat. As in, it isn't. I had been absolutely gagging for a bit of stinky, stinky stilton, probably more even than beef - and I had missed beef a lot. Fortunately cheese owns Christmas. I don't understand why it's not mentioned in all the Christmas songs. Scrap that, I don't see why they don't just re-name it Cheesemas to make it clear what the real aim of the season is. None of that nativity bobbins - let's eat cheese.
In the last week I have eaten all the cheese. I have also eaten an above average amount of beef. And pork.
Walking
Here's a simple pleasure that I've missed. Walking isn't really a thing in India (a mix of the places to walk being unpleasant and taxis being crazy cheap, since you ask) so I've used my time to do some strolling - Bunny Walk, Blake's Wood, that London - all way more pleasant than anywhere I've wandered in the last three months. No one has tried to sell me anything whilst sauntering for a start.