Tayeb had taken some Egyptians up to Medinet Habu. On the return journey he saw a snake enter a house next to the Caravansarai, "to kill the children". So he grabbed a stick and beat it up. Killed the stick, so he stopped at a shop to buy a replacement for tthe lady of the house. I hope that Allah forgives him. He is equally violent about house flies and mosquitoes, but will swerve to avoid a dog in the road.
He left me at Hapy Habou while he went into Luxor to sort out the bricks. Took me a while to realise he meant the brakes, but the new pads were biting quite well later in the day.
There were a group of female donkeys tethered up near Medinet Habou temple, one male being tethered some distance away. It is unusual for tourists to ride to the temple, but fitting on Christmas day. It would have been better, and warmer, on Pam Sunday.
Hapy Habou was quite busy, serving about 15 lunches as well as a few beverages. It was cold outside - by the time Tayeb returned I had lost all feeling in my right middle finger. So I retrated to the RRH where I sat indoors. The television was on with some football, but no sound. There ae decorations up, but no music. Mohamed served me a meal of duck leg, chips and a potato tagine, with plenty of onion and tomato. All a bit greasy, but it still went down a treat, along with a tomato and cheese starter. 3 rounds of flatbread had to be got out of a locked cupboard. I never at mre than one, but they probably did not go to waste. The dogs like them.
I returned to the hotel after 10p.m. The "entertainment" at Fayrouz was still going on and very much Egyptian rather than traditional Christmas. Glad I avoided that.
I then read about half of the aforementioned Kindle book, with a small glass of Laphroaig and some Chocolate Gingers. Slept well.