Debauched Housekeeper

Now while that sounds more like a, ahem* sinful video name. It is anything but. They are two different experiences lets just say condensed into one badly thought of title.
Last weekend as all god fearing Hindus would know was Diwali. I love Diwali at home; Diyas and sweets and the general happy family bonding thing. And since of course I am away this year, I thought I'd rather spend it with my oldest friend. To Swansea - boring little ex mining town. To wine street to Wine Street to get a little drink, It's Jack Daniels and Cola with a little Spink (meant spunk for the rhyme). Poetic license. Also watched Don in Cardiff (This is only extra information)
Ok so where is the debauchery? Waking up the next morning - mind you a holy morning, Hung-over like hell with a blonde haired boy next to me in bed. Ok so nothing exciting, just sharing space with friends Finnish/Flemish flatmate! But what the hell, who wakes up hung-over on Diwali?? Now Christmas I can understand....But what will the sadhu baba's in Rishikesh say to me when I visit them next? Boom Shanti.
Gush* I also met a sweet Spanish guy called Juan pronounced Khwaan or so I think. He has my no. Maybe he will call.
The housekeeper bit was yesterday. My mother will be glad to know I am officially "trained" to be arranged married. My future ma in law to be will think the same. I cooked, vacuumed, laundered dirty clothes, cleaned wardrobe and watched tele all in one. These are skills a good Indian girl must possess. I also bought flash antibacterial all purpose cleaning wipes from the supermarket.
Conclusion: I am a very bad good Indian girl.