Friday 8 July 2016

I am beginning to feel persecuted.  It’s because I am too soft, that s what it is.  This bloody ostrich is following me everywhere - I can’t move without tripping over the damn thing.  I am on the way to the office to prepare some English lessons for staff, and what comes through the open window and gives me the evil eye?  Ermentrude the staff call her.  Should just be Intrude, in my opinion.

I was on the way to get lunch, and who do you think go their first?

Sneaky on ahead to see if she can get to my dinner first

On my way to the office, and who is lurking by, waiting to stick her head in the window and give me the evil eye?

A nosy bugger who should be minding her own business

And then, on my way to bed, who is lying in the middle of the lane leading to my cosy bed?

Pretending to be dead

I thought she was dead.  So she waggled her head and neck at me - not a pretty sight:

That's me in the car, trying to run her down...

But fear not, tomorrow I have an outing and will leave this idiot bird behind.  Tomorrow night I go to the most popular musical group in Malawi, the Black Missionaires.  Just look at these bad boys:

The venue is Salima Bay, which is part of Lake Malawi.  Gonna be on the beach, and everyone will be dancing, and I'm gonna dance too. Jeremy (first enormous Dutch husband) used to say I danced like a camel.  Which is probably true, but I'm going to be doing my camel dance on the beach in Malawi at midnight.  Now - who could ask for more from a holiday, eh?