A wood cutter, euphemistically referred to as a ‘tree doctor’, comes to cut the wood up so it can be moved out of the way. Elizabeth receives a large pile of firewood and there is still plenty left over for us. John will have to improve his braai skills so we can cook more food on the open fire. The tree doctor suggests we cut down another large branch as well as it will probably come down in time too.
Today I am suffering terrific neck and shoulder pain. I go to the chiropractor who does a fair amount of clicking things back into place. It is getting to that point in the term when getting out of bed in the morning seems to require a supreme effort.
Ellie's Zimbabwean birth certificate is not yet available for collection.
The electricity is on all day again. I can’t help think that someone at ZESA has been paid to not switch it off. I don't mind.
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