I am so lucky having such nice friends. About two minutes after posting that last entry (see below) I had an offer from the lovely Miss Fowler to be pants co-ordinator. I suppose I should check with her where she’d like anything sent, but I will do this very soon. In the meantime, here she is in the flesh. This is us in the loos on a sailing weekend pretending to be Charlie’s Angels with a hairdryer. How we laughed!
Just to summarise Pant Requirements: I’d love…
Cotton pants in any sizes (although many of the children are not very well fed, as I steal their food, so they are small and medium more than large) but not thongs. They are aged 6 to 18.
REALLY don’t buy new ones unless they are dirt cheap from Primark, because they are so cheap here
Tubes of Canesten / Boots equivalent / or £3 to buy it here
Thank you and sorry for the glimpse into the unromantic, non-Zanzibar side of my life. NB to my sister: the monstrosities that you insist you only go running in are NOT appropriate
1 comment:
wonder where you are exactly ... i'm in tabora. or on the moon. depends on your perspective! hope you're coping
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