Trusty servant Patsy

On our way back from an embarrassingly delicious Pizza Hut dinner in Chittagong, Carly and I stopped in at a shop to get a few things.  Keen to show off my newly-acquired skill of coconut shredding and/or desiccating, I bought a fresh coconut to eat when we got home.  Having seen Shagorika (the neighbour) cutting open a coconut with a scary-looking machete-type knife, I doubted we'd have anything at the house that would do the trick.  So I asked the guys at the shop if they could cut it open for me - another example of a bideshi woman speaking a bit of Bangla and smiling sweetly to get a favour.

As we left the shop, Carly commented that it was like that scene in Monty Python and the Holy Grail where King Arthur and his trusty servant Patsy rock up trotting along and clapping coconut halves together.  So we had a good little giggle trotting along the road, clapping our coconuts together and singing about "brave Sir Robin".  I really wanted to call Berna (my sister) to ask her to guess what I was doing but it was a bit late in Adelaide for her to find something like that funny.

Carly thought the sight of me squatting on the floor using the coconut desiccator we borrowed from the landlord was too good a photo opportunity to pass up...  Sadly, you can't really get a good idea of what I'm doing from the photo, but you can see why my knees are going to be stuffed after a year of squatting to cook at floor level.