The highlight of the day is going
to fetch our film projector from the house of the man who has fixed it for us. He is an elderly man whose workshop is akin to an operating room in a hospital. It is scrubbed clean and everything is arranged neatly. Every single tiny box is labelled: '4" nails', 'washers', '2amp plugs'. When he hands over the projector, I expect to be given a prescription and told to keep it off activities for a week.
Yesterday, John gave Sian her first driving lesson and today she is keen to show me what she has been doing so we take Chugga to a very deserted place in the bush and drive up and down. Ellie, of course, is also very keen to learn and so John puts the seat as forward as it can go and she has a turn bouncing along the road. John shows Sian how to do a three point turn which I think is jumping the gun. It reminds me of my dad showing me how to do emergency stops and hill starts before I had even learnt how to move into second gear. It must be a man thing.
Ellie writes a letter to the Easter Bunny and Sian has one of her 'quiet words' with me in which she insinuates I am dragging the Easter Bunny myth out a little too long.
'We don't want Ellie to be one of those people who believes in the Easter Bunny when they are 21,' she says, with a very serious look.
I assure her that I don't think she will be and that I haven't heard of any 21 year olds, or older, who still believe in the Easter Bunny.
Due to the absolute non-existence of Easter eggs this Easter, John has made some using a mould he bought in the UK a few years ago - and never used - and a few bars of Pascal chocolate that we managed to find at PicknPay.
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