I’ve been taking it very easy this morning — slept eight solid hours, lounged in bed watching TV for another hour, just trying to rest and recover from an intense work week. I ventured downstairs eventually to get myself a cup of tea and one of Marina Aunty’s rolls from the fridge. Came back up and settled in to watch more TV, only to hear one of our guests knocking on my bedroom door — he’d made me a piece of guacamole toast, yummy.
I have to admit, I’m not so used to the culture of deference to one’s elders that these young Sri Lankans demonstrate; it feels a little odd to have them jumping up to serve me. My dad loves it, of course. Very old Sri Lanka of his youth. 
But on a day when I’m tired, it’s nice to be reminded that hey, I *am* 52, and they’re 30, and they probably have more energy than me, and if they actually want to bring me delicious guacamole toast in bed, that’s just fine. I will lie here and enjoy it….