Friday, July 9, 2010

Computer Sabatical

I am going away today for a month and leaving my computer behind! Gulp! 

So.

Bye bye and see you on the other side. Saturated with stories of good food good wine, a European summer (I've never seen one of those) and many other tales. 

Will try and blog.

Maybe.

We'll see.

Who am I kidding!

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Picture window



Winter window. You think it doesn't get cold in Africa? Think again!
 


Bayeeeeeeee. Miss you already!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Dreaming of mistaken Idols

An old faded colonial house with a dusty threadbare garden and flame trees. Squeaky gauze fly screens with holes in. Inside is a man and a woman, greying hair, sitting next to a radio and crooked piles of dusty paper, smelling of old maps. 

I somehow find myself in this room having been chosen (from a poor rendition of 'Summertime') to be one of the top three finalists in American Idol. 

I assure the two lovely judges that there has been a terrible mistake. I cannot sing. They tell me I am being modest. I say no really. I really really cannot sing. 

The other two contestants are waiting in the dusty car park, under the molting flame trees near the servant's quarters. I feel sorry for them. I know that they can sing and it would be a terrible travesty if I got picked by mistake.

No please, I say, I really can't sing. I don't know how this happened. 

I get given another song to sing. A French song. I sing it. The woman says 
Oh yes I see, you're right. Now I hear it in French, I understand. You really can't sing

Phew!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Invigilatinzzzzzzzzzzz

 
Yesterday I found myself invigilating an exam with no time limit. Sitting under a clutch of yellow Fever Trees keeping my beady eyes on 8 poor souls writing their safari guides exam. I started out very keen. Head tracking back and forth like I was watching a tennis match. Then, after about two hours I started to get booooored. So when faced with a looong string of hours stretching off neverending into the distance what does one do? Except stifle yawns. Walk around a bit. 
And after 5 hours? Well... I seemed to spend a lot of time playing with a big two prong acacia thorn.
Things you can do with acacia thorns:
1) clean your fingernails
2) clean your watch, rings and various other pieces of jewelery
3) see how many raisins and dried cranberrys you can fit onto one (17)
4) draw circles in the sand with it, compass style
5) Fancy dress - fangs. Horns
6) Scratch 'I woz ere' into the soft flaky bark of one of the fever trees
7) Use them to prop your eyes open, matchstick style
etc etc etc etc

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Picture Window on this winter morning