“It’s a long ship, this.”Thus spoke the memsahib as we sat outside on our patio in the shade, wallowing in the delight of a pleasingly hot day like hippopotami in the mud of the Rufiji River. I could not resist the thought that I had trained her well, for the phrase is Royal-Navy-Speak for, “MyContinue reading “Blog 142. The Burning Question”
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Blog 103. My Little Spitfire
It never rains, it pours. Not content with the many and various rashes that it has suffered over the last two years, Jane’s body has now decided that it rather likes the idea of shingles. She now has two patches of nasty and very painful spots on her trunk and back, and her skin isContinue reading “Blog 103. My Little Spitfire”
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