The little drummer & his mates

Another little adventure today - got waylaid by a jeweller who just happened to pop out of his door as I went past. 'I think I know you' was his opener.  Well, probably he's seen me many times so I was gracious and stopped to pass the time of day.  Ha! my undoing.  'Come in and meet my guru of 50 years' he said, so in I went.  Well, the guru he may have been but not for 50 years.  I sat as requested and the guru proceeded to tell me he had studied for 8 years and now could see that I wasn't open in my throat chakra, my pearl ring was on the wrong finger, I had a blue aura which was unusual for someone from England and there were holes in it for Jupiter was not flowing... 'What to do?' I cried. Suffice to say, half and hour later I was still enjoying myself studying beautiful saphire gemstones (never must I give or sell it to anyone else), looking for a horseshoe and bits of silver, aluminium and a coconut shell from which to make the special pendant needed  which would be blessed in a ceremony with  a recitation of 1000 names of Krishna, dipped in milk and then ghee nine times each... and the jeweller was getting very excited. But I'm afraid I left them to it and crept away with my aura still in tatters. I am probably cursed and should go back to find the statue of yesterday and get blessed.  Round the corner I found my tailor who is shortening a couple of cotton dresses to make shirts and then ran into this trio on the way home.  The little boy on the right got into every shot!