It's a busy day. I take my dad to his doctor to give him a more thorough check up. His right eye has gone black and purple and it looks as though he has been in a big fight.
I am invited to an event at the Art Gallery. In the invitation, I am referred to as a Woman of Spirit. This has to be interesting. However, I can't spend too much time there and end up missing the presentation which highlights certain things going on in Bulawayo, such as Drums of Peace and the Matopos hut painting.
In the afternoon, I have Open Day at school until five o'clock. When I get home, our guests have arrived. They are very friendly and chatty; she was born in Bulawayo and left here in 1982. He is English. She says she wants to show him where she grew up and says this will be the last time she visits. I wonder if people from other countries have this longing to go back home that people in Africa feel? I once met an elderly French lady who had grown up in Egypt and had left when the King was overthrown. She told me she had been homesick all her life and I remember at the time thinking how sad that must be. This are anxious to cancel a booking they have to stay in Matopos, but the internet is playing up and they can't log on. This is typical; if no one stays, the wi-fi works perfectly.
Sian and her friend go out to youth group. Ellie and I fall asleep on my bed and John is relegated to sleeping in Ellie's room. Whatever happened to the wild days of my misspent youth? I can't get past nine o'clock these days.
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