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I spent two weeks amongst the Aspidistras on the rooftop terrace of the Hotel Moonlight in Kathmandhu recuperating.

I spent most of my time drawing the Nepali families surrounding me at eye level, living their lives on the balconies, stairways and rooftops and in many cases the unfinished concrete platforms of the flats in the dusky air high up from the bustle of the touristy Tamil streets below.

Most of the Families seemed to have children who ran and played and climbed in their precarious, extraordinary aerial worlds.

Children who were forever being told to go there or come here pushed away or held tight, washed scrubbed admonished, and scolded, a very physical expression of love amongst these multi-generational families.

Except the little family just below me who were childless there was just a beautifully dressed young woman, an old woman squatting in the corner, a husband and this Golden Cat, whom all three treated as if it was a child fussing over it interminably and it seemed to me the cat was very cross as whenever it was picked up usually by the younger woman I could see its tail swishing angrily.

It just made me feel very sad and wonder if perhaps Nepal would be an especially difficult place to be childless