Well, Happy Easter to one and all. For Sunday. I do know that today isn't Easter Day but on Sunday I plan to be sitting on my skinny white ass in my nice friend Monelle's lovely US Diplomat-type house, either soaking up the rain (please come, please come) or having a nice glass-o-white in the shade.
I just wanted to observe that nuns don't half pray a lot. I often suggest to them that they could go to a party or have some beer instead, and they just cackle wildly as if I've just said something ridiculous. Today I was washing my smalls (or larges, as Fraser Bloom, lost Cambridge pal, used to call them) outside and it was beautifully accompanied by the nuns singing acapella in the chapel. It was genuinely bordering on moving. Although slightly strange to be scrubbing my gussets while enjoying hearing them effortlessly harmonise the word "atakufa" - "He will die".
My favourite taxi driver Ahmad was very amusing recently. First, I was on the phone in the car with him, talking to the PA IT Helpdesk getting instructions for fixing my laptop. I had comprehensively broken my PA email, which I do occasionally need. After I'd got off the phone I explained what I'd been doing and said I was glad I could fix it all. He was very impressed and then I realised that he thought they'd fixed it by telepathy over the phone. Bless. Then on Tuesday I told him how long it took my mother to travel back from Australia - 27 hours - and said "By plane or train?" Double bless. I love him.
Sorry no snaps. I've managed to break a second camera. I am waiting for Amazon to send another one to said mother, who will then post it via the FCO to Kasia for a Bridge of Spies style handover here in Dar.
Until then, I hope the Easter Bunny is kind to you all.
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