'Oh shut up,' I tell him affectionately. 'Why do you always have to say this? It's the same every year, you old misery. I've just got used to it becoming lighter.'
'Funny,' he says, 'that's just what they told me at work today.'
Hodmandod Senior is not happy. Apparently the thermocouples have been put in the wrong place in the plant which means that all the work he's been doing for the past year and a half will go to waste. A year and a half, I think...that's nothing.
'I want to move from here,' I tell him. 'I want to be somewhere else. I want to do something. I just feel so useless.'
So we agree, as we always agree, to wait - at least until Hodmandod Minor finishes at school.
Then I come back to this room and search for ways to go to Bhutan.