Did somebody say the economy is in the doldrums? Don't be droll, man, pass me those prawn skewers, here have a Macallan. Carry it to the swimming pool, I want to show you the changing rooms. I'm unhappy, actually, because I'd told the architect I wanted a jacuzzi for a pool party, but apparently the equipment required for a jacuzzi that accommodates more than 20 people has to be specially ordered, which takes two months, which would have delayed Minty's birthday party. Anyway, I'll have it ripped out and replaced even though it's nice to sit in while sipping champagne.
Which reminds me, the bootlegger called to say he can't supply me the case of bubbly I'd ordered, apparently the police have seized his stock or something. What a bore. Now I'll have to order it from the vend and pay extra. That's what happens when the economy is in trouble, I think. Do they think our money grows on trees?
But, dude, I have to show you this new farmhouse I picked up in the foothills. Minty wanted our bedroom to be completely finished in mother-of-pearl, the walls and all, but I got some fancy-shmancy designer to inlay it with rubies and emeralds. I think it's awesome, bro, but it's a surprise for Minty, don't tell her yet. Come for next weekend, though, when we'll be there. I might even have a party if you loan me your jet for the afternoon. I need to fly supplies from Kochi. Minty won't have anything but the freshest lobsters, you know she hates them when they're frozen.
Besides, the week after we'll be in Mauritius for Babbloo's kid's wedding, his son, or daughter, can't remember, uff. Anyway, the point is, he asked Minty to do the shopping, and you know how involved she gets, so she promptly hired an event manager. So now there are two containers of stuff that have been loaded to send there, apparently all the guests are being given a complete designer wardrobe each, different outfits for all the functions. Somebody said that Paris Hilton was to perform, but maybe she's not well, so poor Minty has to organise a Bollywood star, but it's so difficult to get Shah Rukh on short notice, she's quite stressed, poor thing.
That's why she'd called her personal masseuse to the home spa but is so considerate, she left it mid-way to come tell me she'd organised a surprise for me. I thought she'd booked us on another cruise, she's fond of them even though I get bored. I mean, what's a ship got that I don't have at home already? Minus the sea, of course, ha-ha. But she had organised a Bugatti Veyron to be delivered at home at an auspicious time. But the driver was delayed because of the rain that caused traffic jams, so by the time it finally reached, the panditji said it was a bad period, so she sent it back and now, I'll only get it on Monday. But the surprise has been ruined, so I'm thinking of taking her shopping. No, not to Emporio, all the chachijis go there, I could fly to Dubai, or Hong Kong, and be back tomorrow night. Then we'll have breakfast the next day and go for a spin in the new car. Remind me to check with Minty if it's okay to serve caviar as prasad. Oh yes, what was that depressing thing you were saying about the economy not being so good?
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