Despite the storm, we did not actually have that much rain last night. I go to school to do some more work. We have a last-minute booking for the next two days so I message John to make sure the cottage is ready.
Last night, just as we were about to leave our friend's farewell, we got a phone call from the aid agency asking is we could take one of their visitors. We said yes and were told they were already waiting outside the gate.
John goes into TelOne to report what happened with the Ecocash payment yesterday and they recharge the Internet so that is one good thing. It is still impossible to transfer money onto Ecocash from our bank account. However, another piece of good news is that the bank is now allowing each customer to withdraw $100 bond from the ATM per week. This is the equivalent of US$5.
At lunchtime, our visitor arrives. She is a young Zimbabwean woman who now works on yachts in Malta. The threat of water and electricity cuts does not appear to faze her one bit. She just wants some time out. I remember that feeling of coming home I used to have, that lovely sense of peace and quiet after the hustle and bustle of the UK. Nothing beats that feeling.
I am very happy to finish all my online work mid-afternoon. In the evening, I have a gin and tonic to celebrate. Normally, I don't have tonic as it is a bit of a luxury; I have a gin and tropical/mango/orange juice instead. We watch Poirot. The holidays have begun.
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