House at the foot of the hills. We have been in the new house for a couple of months now. Life is beginning to have a routine and a rhythm. Sosa and Manoj have also moved in and we have them around mostly over the week ends. Many friends have come to bless the homes and the chapel has resounded with joyful noises many times now. One nice thing is that I do not have to buy milk in plastic packets anymore. The milkman comes a calling with rich creamy milk and we get lovely golden yellow butter as well.