“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 126. Pressing Concerns
Well, I hope I never have to go through that again. It was a supreme test of my stamina and endurance, such that I wondered if I would ever see normal life again. The ennui was as bad as the physical torture that I suffered but, at last, it is all over and I canContinue reading “Blog 126. Pressing Concerns”
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