Janoo’s mood, you know, it is like a lift. One minute in pant house, next minute in basement. Now look at this cricket, oho baba, this Champions Trophy. One minute he’s jumping up and down with excitement about international matches being played again in Pakistan — after so many years of boycot, he said, finally we’re back in the fold — next minute he’s down in the dumbs that Pakistan is out.

And that also after losing to India. Shame heaped on disappointment.

“Just as well,” he grumbled, “the Dubai waalahs refused us visas. What would have been the point of going?”

“Shopping?” I asked.

“You and your shopping!” he said, shaking his head. “Will you never tire of buying stuff? Your cupboards are bursting.”

A cricket fiasco and a shortage of eggs in the US are the least of Butterfly’s worries…

“Haw!” I said. “I do too much shopping? You should take a look at Donald Trump’s wish list before you say anything to me, okay? I mean, if he can put Canada in his supermarket trolley and also Green Lands and Panama Papers and Gaza, then my three new designer jorras are just haathon ka........

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